Yellow and Orange

Yellow and orange dance
upon the water ridden
grass, as they creep
towards homes in
slumber.

Frightened eyes try
to ignore the sting
of smokey fog banks,
and lungs desperatly
gasp for air.

Hands burnt and numb
fumble with hoses and
tired arms gather stength
for just one more bucket
to pass.

The sun rises on dieing
embers and blackened
glass, where homes once
stood, now only ash and
metal.

The sun goes down on
tears and lost looks,
rubbel is over turned
as smoke chapped lips
mouth why?