In the silent, stirring, woods,
Where squirrels store snacks
Scavenged from spiny shrubs
Stability is secured.
‘Till tuesday told a tale
Of a sun too high, too bright,
The light taking territory
To terrify trees grown too tall.
A burning blight burying land,
Brown became breathtaking fire,
And bushes burrow beneath ashes
White blithe to the burden Black bears.
Darkness drowned the day no more,
Hateful heathens hindering harmony,
A perfect place and peaceful people,
Noise of nightmares, negative no longer.