POEM: THE END

Can you see it?

The match sleeps
With smoke covers

What burned on
That stick you held?

With hatred blazing
From your chest

In a time when
Your smiles foretold
Of evil

In a time where
You gave up
What you believed in

Can you see it?

The tree where
your match slept

It never knew
The rage within
You would drive
It to burn

It only knew
It was a part
Of nature tall
Nature strong

It only raised straw
To sun from abundance
On everyone
As part of the bigger forest field

It speaks to you
And asks your smile
To tie itself
Like a child
To joyous balloons
Coloring everyone

Abundance full and floating free
Inside of you
Inside the tree
A new elation for your being.