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 her 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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