when we lit the first fire in the cave,
i heard the mournful weeping of the wolf.
the trees walked away as if they knew,
rocks resigned theirselves to silence.
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Really a beautiful poem! when we flicked the first spark, all these had happened? ! ! so nice! 10 marks