Lightning Bud

3/30/2010, age 15, school project


Fire, but a simple flame, kindles in the night.

Slowly, it consumes the trees like waves of the ocean. 

It breaks the bonds that create them, that make them whole. 

The embers reveal but a single blossom, hope.  

This poem is about: 
Our world


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