Rise

There’s a fire screaming through the trees,

I watched her grow from a small flame to,

A raging beauty,

Against the frost of a damp southern morning,

Scaling the prison bars of these grounded things,

Leave them behind,

She transcends and there she lies,

Naked, burning in the sky.

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