Another day, gone
red flames to pale smoke
charred wood, to speak to
tall trees, standing still
overhead observing the fires burning
not at all concerning, they\'re focusing
on the
cool wind blowing
through,
with the chill biting into,
bark skin with goosebumps
they\'re talking to---
the kinds of things that listen, too
like birds chirping and people caring
tall trees hearing, feeling-
Another day, to come.