His sorrows spread like wildfire
Through land that’s lush with trees;
An angry conflagration
Consumes the boundaries.
Whereas before the music flowed
Through vibrant life of green,
Now scorchéd earth is what remains
Of dreams that might have been.
Oh, guard your heart and let not grief
Destroy the future too!
The present flames that purge the soul
Are not the end of you.
Copyright 2020. Dennis M. Cortes