Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Survival Instinct

Through the forest does rage the fire,

Consuming all in its pathway.

For my survival I aspire.

In forest home I cannot stay.

I probably lingered too long

Before choosing to take my flight.

Forces against me are so strong,

As I take off into the night.

Sparks and ashes fly all around

Me as my journey does begin,

Toward unknown destiny be bound.

Wings afire, I go in tailspin.

Above the fire in darkened sky,

Final flight for this butterfly.