I used to hike in the forests of my hometown many years ago. For me, your poem brings back lots of memories of walking through the tall and fragrant pine trees during the early morning hours. There was a particular time when I couldn't even enter the forest because the 'atmosphere' had become a dark kind of orange-yellow due to the smoke. You could barely see a hundred paces in front of you. Suddenly, the fresh landscape you once knew can look so 'foreign'. Overall, I liked your descriptive word choice which added to the power of your poem.