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morning mists

shed serene

dew reflecting warmth

of the gentle sun

replenish the lands.

soft wind caress,

whisper songs of the shire

and green grass sway.

birds chirping, sing along

wildflowers quivering, dance along

children of the elements

chanting orisons

in a circle of life they stand

“may peace and healing spirits

be upon the lands!”

— a delight to my infinite soul.

silence..

southerly winds blow

incandescent particles

kindle fierce bright orange

roaring flame lash midair

columns of smoke soar high

crackling, sizzling octave

creating hymn of destruction

children of the earth, the arsonists conspire.

dying grass and twigs

gasp for their last breath

then shudder to ashes

i breathe them in

aching and grieving;

prodigal child of my elements

the epitome of untamed compulsion spit chorus of destruction.

while the skies

mourn its light blue

my moorland, my charred Eden

testify to the pyromaniac sins

no moral artefact of rhymes

in remnants of this inferno

the siren of wrong redemption

saddened my very core.

with the ashen skies i cry,

chanting orisons in each droplets,

in a circle of life we stand,

“may peace and healing spirits

be upon the lands!”

as the last tendrils of smoke fade away.

silence..