#1
I don't speak for anyone
Because I sit here by the camp fire
Staring at those burning flames
Growing larger by the seconds
Nuturing the fire with kindling
With twigs, branches, and newspaper

Looking cautiously through a naked eye
Evening approaches towards the west
The orange giant burns quietly
Thus fading into the cyclopean distance

Guided my fingers around the guitar frets
Paused for a moment to look at the lake
Dark shadows stalking the outer edges of the shoreline
The delicate trees blended with the clear water
Tangerine colors reflecting with it's nature's touch
#2
I'm at school, so don't expect a long argumentation yet.

To keep it short: I like it. But is it a lyric or a poem? It looks more like a poem to me. Or a poem like lyric idk, lol. (possibly the lack of a chorus). I like the part "The orange giant burns quietly". Assuming you mean the sun... Overall it feels a bit "normal", but in a good and unique way..