As by starlight, suns or moons
the tidal waves
which draws oceans doeth too
the earth beneath our feet
in'n out it swirls.
As lightning stricken into ignition
is it burnt to a crisp,
so beautifull these forest fires is :
As a scorched heart is it carved
into youthen soil.
Such is nature, civilizations
they long for love
yet hardly know nothing of it
While the rain pours as tears
or pissing perhaps,
if it was divine elixirs or humour
in moistness is nourishment
fires lit burns out.
From the ashes is it rebirthed
as the seeds which
couldn't bloom or flourish before :
So beautifull the forest grows
into ancients again.
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