A Petrified Forest
The trunks and branches bare no leaves
The trees still made sound
The wicked wind from the West huffed and puffed
The roots held tight to the ground
The heart of the forest steadily beat
No shade in this hell and still life remained
The resin boiled over with the sun’s steady heat
No water in this well so count on the change
I went for a hike on Mt Adams in Washington. We didn’t summit but we did see a lot of trees damaged by forest fire. It was a beautiful bitter sweet sight.
Poetry by Takeya Trayer
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