Do try to read and understand
I'm aware I'm not making much sense.
Hint: this is about a burning forest.

From the embers of fire,
Roaring its power.

The crumbles of what used to be houses.

burnt mahogany wood, an essence lost to vapour.

By the assemble of trees groaning in grief at their once lost brothers, losing them all over again in the consuming red.

wishing they could save they and their young, instead rooted to withstand the casualties and calamities of both nature and man.

Cut down or burnt off.

Wailing to the sky for the archenemy of the glowing orange.

Breathing fast, reaching out to the clouds. Leaves folding flat, releasing perspiration.

The call comes late, the colony diminished in numbers great.

Tatters of drops come with shame, cooling off scarred catastrophes.

The black pieces forelook at their scattered selves, adjoining to sirens coming to witness their fate.

The hot orange still flames but with nothing to be fed, it falls back slowly in glee.

Atleast it took down a fleet to its feet.

......

Earth residents know our importance but they turn a deaf hearing, a blind sight, a dead mind.

They call it a collateral damage, blame it on the sun but the evidence of a dying cigarette lies in heathen land.

We onlook, as they pick us up for sale.

The chain of food is unbalancing, with man trying to get on top and kicking some of its occupants from existence.

They did it once, they're still doing it and we're afraid they'll succeed but fail in loss of their home.

Soon they'll only remain alongside the arch enemies(water and fire) and friends(winds etc).

As the food chain breaks down, turn to each other and finish off the world.

In Truthful sadness, its already in satisfyingly sad progress.