The garden in our heads
Drenched from the brainstorm
Washing away
The supporting soil
Old growth became
An unruly thicket
Dorment prosperity
Waiting to bloom
The ground settles
Roots overgrown
Too green to burn
Suffocation looms
Stagnate pastures
Passing judgement
Weeds invaded long ago
The storehouse is full
The harvest will spoil
Fanning the flames
Pouring the oil
This prescribe burn overdue
Years of work
Feed the blaze
Grasslands turn to ash
Transformation's quiet embrace