The burning ash tree burns

With molten rock,

Setting house alarms off

And makes people screech

Its leaves have burnt edges

Flowers are impossible to snap

Like burnt toast

Flames shoot out of it, branches slowly dissolve

And fall on the ground, the trunk as strong

As a volcano and as thick as a body

Builder, twigs are like glass with razor sharp edges

Its roots are burnt rocks,

Looking evil like barb wire spread everywhere

Jacobs ladder flower

Stem as thin as a

Little child’s finger and as flexible as a stretchy straw

Leaves dangle at the top like tinsel at Christmas,

The petals silky and soft covering the flower,

The stigma is charcoal black and as dark

As a cave, the pollen is like yellow

Sherbert powder, the anther

Is like cotton buds

And soft dough balls.