Lightning strike

He was the lightning, she was the tree.

He crushed into her and set her on fire.

But just as fast as he came, he was gone – leaving her burning.

The fire made its way until there was nothing left for it to swallow. So it died down.

Leaving her burnt out and only as a black shadow of what she used to be.

All this he didn’t know, he never will.

 

© An Overthinker