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The mighty forest reached the heights once here
with green eternal silence drawing near.
The hope, my love, began an ember small,
empassioned breaths with cone and needle fall
have fanned the heat past smoke into the flame.
Desire the fire and nothing is the same.
Control has lost to passion, angered tones
’til naught is left to stand but charcoal bones.
And deep within my ashen smold’ring soul
lies seed to wake, regrow the forest whole.