The timber burns, the cinders churn, and flames
Possess such life that dares grow green and new.
A burning rage is launched by embers’ names
To so reduce the tall to naught, their life then through.
Bold are the leaves that float above the fire,
Defiance shimmering within their veins
As the most feathery of floats don’t tire
When facing red that roars and never wanes.
But all that gives in love must then be taken,
For life gives way to Death with crying moans
And hatred conquers peace, so then forsaken;
Left to become the ashes, black and bones.
We witness loss of love, death of a giver;
The lightning trembles, all the Earth has quivered.