A flower in a forest fire,

That's what she was.

Blissfully ignorant as to what was to come.

She stood there standing still,

As the flames surrounded her, despite her unimaginable beauty.

Yet, she was still happy.

Because in her head she was flying,

Flying high above the Earth.

The clouds parted as she dove through the clouds,

And her heart pounded as the deafening sound of the wind flew by her ears.

She was a flower in a forest fire,

Her beauty, a sharp contrast, to the flames that danced around her.