By Andrew R. Duckworth
A mad heat blazes through my veins.
Fire ravaging a sacred forest,
Massive timbers with glowing embers.
But even if the fire thrives,
Leaving no plant left alive,
Rain will come around again
Leaving fertile ground behind.
When night has dealt it’s final blow,
And roaring blaze begins to slow,
May God bless with life-giving rains.