Smoulder and Ashes

Lightening strikes fire into the depth of the ancient

It smoulders silently

Waiting for the wind to turn it.

Rich ash adorning its feet


Seeds blow on gentle breezes

Landing delicately

Testing soils

One stretches itself tall


Not satisfied at all


An upgust


Above the canopy

It flutters mysteriously

On a marionette?

What hands guide it?

Where shall it rest?

Boughs stretch open across the land

Cupped tenderly towards it


An upgust


It continues to seek


The Ancient smoulders gently

Wealth at her feet

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