Laying down in the forest,
Surrounded by pines,
Oaks,
Willows.

Listening to the symphony of endless music,
Either eyes close to listen,
Or drowning in the vastness of big blue up high,
My mind drifting away like the clouds she holds

A dark smell fills the air,
Of ash and heat and wood,
My hair begins to feel hot,
Even covered in shadow.

Around me I'm surrounded,
Not by men or myr,
Not by evil or good
But life, it's giver and taker.

The heat surrounds me,
I open my eyes,
And I see what once was a forest,
Now lies a field of the dead.

Worry not,
Because every thing dead,
Brings opportunity for the living to come,
Renewed the forest will be.