November 28th, 2010
Supporting gentle waving
Planes of bursting yellow-green
Well rounded at their face
For to meet the highest rays,
Arms raised modestly in praise
Lending simple shadows
To friends in low places
Who hide their faces
During the raging fires let through,
Left most grateful from the
Saturation that ensues
When sleeping eyes awake
To find sweet destruction
Bringing welcomed green production
To the land of slash and burn.
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