The wind howled softly,

singing through the trees.

The leaves, they quiver,

swallowing the breeze.

The girl sang silently,

running through the field.

The trees swayed as one,

offering a shield.

She dove into the darkness,

sliding through the woods.

Behind, the house shone brightly,

burning all the goods.

She dropped a box of matches

as she hurried on her way.

Smiling to herself as she

looked forward to the day.

Later on, that night,

as she heard the sirens ring,

the girl turned on her radio

to hear a light voice sing.

She turned it up so loud

that she couldn’t hear the sound

of the people, or the crashes

of things falling to the ground.

Quite a few days later,

as they shifted through the ashes,

they were looking for a clue,

and someone found the matches.

The girl panicked and was sure

that she had been found out.

So she raced on to her house

without a shadow of a doubt.

When she was in her room

her curtains she did light.

Then she sat there all alone

illuminating the night.