Clear

It took a little spark

to light the dead forest of his heart

and he began to rage

We could see him

hear him

and we saw cloudy skies

and felt heavy rain

No one burned

but the empty trees

the trees he refused to clear

for fear of an empty forest

But he needed space

for something new

and so we watched

through the night

How quiet now

the char and ash

as we crept through

with quiet words

We saw the blue sky

and heard the wind

and saw

little flower buds

begin to grow