The peaceful glow Of my creation Shattered by the Wetness of a Firehose. I watch as it all Burns to nothing. Houses, Trees, There is nothing that Will escape my Hellish wrath.. I make an effort To stand on the Extinguishing hose, Only to be pushed aside. My frustration mounts As the fire ends.. I gather my thoughts, And shake my head. I walk away glassy eyed, With no tears for the Devistation shed.