C- Forest Poem three

Fire

Watch

even water cannot wash

the things that bring pollution here

 

Soft

no more, it must be cleansed

all the Forest runs with fear

 

Lost

the mother deer and fawn

a light this bright won’t come till dawn

 

We are dancing

we are cleansing

we are burning, burning down the land

 

We were passive for too long,

and now there comes a sweeping hand

 

We are FLAMES

we are MIGHTY

do not take our presence lightly

 

We are your passion

burning tears

taking away your fear, your fear

 

Blast away all but your love

pouring, soaring high above

 

Guide us gently, guide us soon

or you will be taken too!

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