Hasty – Tenacious Life
The orange furnace
Becomes but embers
Upon its final breath
The charred trunks
Stand tall and dark
And it’s quiet…
As if completely
Exhausted and worn
From a battle
It could not fight
Energy burned off
Damaged and broken
Nothing is welcome
In this sad place
Silently standing
And waiting…
For the sun to shine
For the rain to fall
For the singing birds
And waiting…
For sadness to pass
For new life to come
Where death now stands