Forest Lambs
Wooden fingers snap syncopated beats
As sparks waft into the air like fireflies
Translucent oranges and reds rise in sheets
While white smoke dances into darkened skies
Coals glow with a fevered satanic fry
Consuming the eagerly sacrificed
Charred remains tumble and shift as they die
No feelings of loss or remorse enticed
Steadily I feed the dead but not done
Onto raging forest funeral pyre
Blazing symbol of another day won
A chance at some warmth before I retire
My thanks to you my round bark-covered friend
Certain this is not the end you desire
To the heavens your ringed soul I commend
Your short life given to fuel needed fire
commonsensiblyspeaking 
can’t help but think of the fires in California as I read this…
Mother Nature is making us pay for our sins. My heart goes out to the affected.
It is crazy how frequently the fires are happening, and how they seem to be getting worse.
A beautifully written wake up call 🖤♥️