On October 5, 2023

Poetry is Power: Crystalized fire

 

 

Leaves of fire,

Red and orange,

Flames flickering in the wind,

Shimmering with dew droplets.

In the early morning light,

Burning bright with color,

Even in the night,

Crystal drops,

Turning the leaves into,

Crystalized fire.

So beautiful you try,

To save its beauty for,

Another time.

For,

Forever,

But its nature.

It can’t be taken,

It can’t be caught,

It must be free,

You can never capture life.

Even if you caught it,

It wouldn’t be as,

Pretty as it was,

In nature,

Where it belongs,

Free.

Fiery flames of leaves,

Shimmering crystals of dew,

Crystalized fire,

All in nature.

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