This is what I feel like right now:
Feel the Burn
The sun burns brightly on the secluded body of a tree,
Showing its aged and exposed young layers.
Slits of creme color spill from the bark of gray.
They are no longer hidden in the shadows of the canopy.
Light reflects off of the vunerabilities of the sturdy piece of wood,
Tearing down its prestige.
Suddenly its elegant branches and leaves of charm
Are minimized by the markings down the heart of its structure.
It has been revealed to all by the fire of the sky.
The beams of the brilliant sun brings it great heat
And the power to grow at all at once.
Rain's comforting nurture is not
Enough to strech it beyond its limits.
Nor was the soil from which it sprung
Sufficient for teaching it humility it needs
To stand with all of the significant lives in the forest.
Lumberjacks trotting through the forest that afternoon
Came across the common tree.
Repulsed by the uneven scaring,
They traveled on selecting the life of a tree whose flaws were hidden
To burn in a fire less gracious.
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