Song Of The Pine Poem by Nancy Chambers

Song Of The Pine



Summer; hot and dry
Overhead unstable sky
Lightning! Fire! Burn!
Underbrush and fern
Scrub Oak and Pine tall
Burn, Burn, Burn all
Clouds, Thunder, Rain
New growth; Begin again
Divine Design
Song of the Pine!

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