There’s fire in the heart of every tree.
Some only hoard it.
Some pass it on,
scattering seeds like living sparks.
Some burst into flame
and burn bright against the dark.
In beds of ash, warmed by the sun
new seeds grow with hearts of fire.
Friday, July 14, 2006
Hearts Of Fire
Labels:
free verse,
poetry
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