When you adore the forest but not the fire
When feeling trapped and ringed in barb-wire
Pause to listen, you’ll hear the right path
The spring into action, pray you live through the aftermath

Trees and trees, as far as the eye can see
One of them burns only for thee
Waiting on a firefighter to push through the brush
Her crush is you, and hurry, her roots are mush

Be brave and strong, as if on a mission
Reach the lady, the one in a million
Her branches are burnt and trunk cracked
You are rugged, and opposites attract

Hose down the blaze in a fit of anger
For there is no question that should be left unanswered
Then save her seed to plant in the mire
And nurture, from the beginning, the one you admire