As dancing fires burn up this wood
and falling twigs cry hopeless ash and pray –
can heaven save trees that once proudly stood?
Nights watch, and dim flames loudly brood
as they vanish into endless nothing – bright light gives way
as dancing fires burn up this wood,
scorching earth, though pretty wisps delude
with pretty whirls and breezy twirls daze.
Can heaven save trees (that once proudly stood
but now no more with flames renewed)
with acts of god or life – one can say,
as dancing fires burn up this wood?
Dead roots wonder, and dry boughs feud
with dead leaves dead twigs day by day.
Can heaven save – trees that once proudly stood,
though now no bright light nor life do these exude,
nor do squirrels come or songbirds stay
as dancing fires burn up this wood –
can heaven save trees that once, proudly, stood?
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