Truth is found in Fire
That's just as dangerous
And full of purpose
As barbed wire.
Twigs and Faggets
Thrown into nature's furnace.
A thousand years of growth
Gone in an instant.
No funeral for a tree
Who allows us to breathe.
Flames take it's place
At an outrageous pace.
Man's red flower
Has filled many desires
Like warmth in the winter
Or make the night brighter.
It's out of control like anger
And it's used for power.
But it's beautiful ash showers
Remind us that nothing lasts forever.
11/06/19
©lunarmarie
L