C- Forest Poem three



even water cannot wash

the things that bring pollution here



no more, it must be cleansed

all the Forest runs with fear



the mother deer and fawn

a light this bright won’t come till dawn


We are dancing

we are cleansing

we are burning, burning down the land


We were passive for too long,

and now there comes a sweeping hand



we are MIGHTY

do not take our presence lightly


We are your passion

burning tears

taking away your fear, your fear


Blast away all but your love

pouring, soaring high above


Guide us gently, guide us soon

or you will be taken too!

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