Iridescent wings
float fragile body briskly...
Hungering flame flicker eager
Increasing wind blowing faster...
Blushing red roses grin at me like shy tribal...
smothering me with their sweet intoxicating...
The distant roar
Of an approaching storm...
There was a tree I knew of,
Way back in the woods...
There was a tree by my house.
Not too close as to be found by my parents...
You begin with one drop of water.
then you grow...
Walking out into the crisp cold air.
You step on some leaves...
The bird can only sing so long
of a love he belongs...
Golden brown, with a hint of red. like the sunsets...
Stop!
HEAR the crickets chime...
Fire, Fire
Burning steep...