A forest that burns
Without lighting on fire
The heat of the Sun
Makes it feel like a pyre
Yet life will still thrive
The trees will survive
In the shade that they cast
Will the tired stay alive
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
A forest that burns
Without lighting on fire
The heat of the Sun
Makes it feel like a pyre
Yet life will still thrive
The trees will survive
In the shade that they cast
Will the tired stay alive