Fire's Heart

February 3, 2018

Pure and green

Spending days growing

Keeping the beauty in the tree

As one might expect

The Spring to Summer

And Summer to Fall

As We fall down

To be lost in the wind

Leafs like I

Lost in the pile

The beauty we held

Is no more

Fire will take us

With one last hurrah

To once again

Show the beauty within

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