Firewood

Mon, 02/03/2020 - 23:47 -- ahzuli2

Oh, over did this willow fall

Bough bending beyond limit

Then broke

Exposing rotted roots

to Them, their eyes

To You

 

Tear caution from your lungs

Release the shout in your breast

the lover of change

Waits tiptoe in your head

 

Throw caution to the dogs

the Greater does not wait

Go, Sing, Compose your song

to Them, their hearts

To You

 

Enjoy Nature's call

Pleasure's own divine thrall

Decide what lie to live

the life you'll call yours

 

None have bound you to this pyre

Yet, we burn at our racing pace

Gaze into me, artist

Tree felled, without a name

This poem is about: 
Me
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