the wind shouted to the trees
fire is coming with this breeze
be mindful of your dying stance
for that will be your very last
then you'll stand just like that
a guardian looking over the land
~
*
fire is coming with this breeze
be mindful of your dying stance
for that will be your very last
then you'll stand just like that
a guardian looking over the land
~
*
a friend showed me a tree spirit
then i noticed many more
long ago, 1988 a fire raged through this land
leaving these mighty beings behind
~
*


