Ember Poem by soren Barrett

A spark in the dark it beckons with its call
Among the ash a tiny flash, a memory to recall
Once a blaze now in haze in oblivion soon to fall
In despair it calls for air smoke raises in a scrawl

In its spell, it did tell its story to me
It did show that long ago it was a mighty tree
Once a seed among the weed it grew by degree
Until it fell under age's spell victim of apathy

Its soul a glowing coal, dying words rose in smoke
Embers of wood hard a small shard of broken oak
A sound profound from roots of ground words spoke
From a tree burned something learned be content with life's yolk