-ROAR-

 For many,
these are the first fires to devastate their lives,
to liquify the very foundation of their souls.

Everywhere One looks,
there,
another blaze.

The suffering,
the desperation - against forces of
expansive oppressive degradation, 

The landscape before One,
Once lush with possibility,
now all ash.

But this is not my first fire,
Nor, most likely my last.
So let me share a secret with you,
the wisdom from burns of fires past.

While all looks desolate,
like death itself has risen again,
there,
silently,
humbly,
in the very ash,
lay the mighty acorns of tomorrow.
The cones of Sequoia and Pine,
Silently Thrive.
All will grow with a might and resilience
which make all their ancestors 
R O A R