SMOKE IN TREES
To make one mind.
Once an old wise soul,
Now a dark and gaping hole.
Relentless flame, so hot and bright,
Burning through both day and night.
Now gasp and choke,
With ash and smoke.
Her roots reach deeply whisper "Why?"
While branches stretch with love to sky.
Gently, softly, touch her skin,
Shocking, sadness flowing in.
Still, does she softly say "Let go?"
Can it be? I don't know, I don' t know.
I've always sought relief in trees,
Perhaps now this they need from me.