The Forest and the Flare


A collection of life
This sea of trees;
Dancing in the silence
It whispers and breathes.

The fire is waiting
With patent ambition
It rages and burns
Lost in it's passion.

The spark is then fueled...
The wood is then charred...
The trees have been felled...
The ground is then scarred...

The fire is finished
Waiting again;
Patient Ambition
Passion is pain

A graveyard of ashes
An ocean of death
The East Wind is stirring
Never to Rest

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