Ash and soot
Flake 'way like the dreams
Of children who would
Test the might of trees
So ancient and knowing
Filled to the brim with their showings
Burning up without passion
To kill the thoughts of newleaf
For bitter and thoughtless
They'd grown up through bald patches
Pledging to guide other children
Up and out of the thatches
Only to burn out their branches, barren of leaves
They could have ended there
Fallen like logs upon the ground
Instead they despair, for their lives were unfair
And tramp on the dreams of children
Jaded and haggard
Maybe hollow from beginning
Taking out the souls of wonder
To kill the thoughts of newleaf
Then the trees wonder why
Their crafted roots begin to rot
And the newleaf sabotage both themselves and thee who taught
For they'd been pity from the start
And now they'd made their damned lot.
For what can they teach, besides dust, ash, and soot?
