Trees wander past the truth of Gaia
awaiting still their death by fire.
That fire that is death and birth,
that is the trees one true worth.
For us, it warms us – heart and soul
without it’s warmth we’d be less whole.
Fierce enemy but loving friend;
where trees begin where trees will end.
But, as those trees into the fire go
seeds will crack, new growth will flow.
‘Tis only when unknowing man
interferes with Gaia’s plan
that fire is the foe of all;
the final death – the final call.