||||||||||It danced.
||||||||||With the grace of fireflies
||||||||||Around the ancient trees of the Swamp
||||||||||Higher and higher, it rose
||||||||||Away from the red-orange embers
||||||||||Until, exhilarated, lifted above the tree tops
||||||||||It dissipates, and yet
||||||||||There, it lingers as the fire licks away at the dead
||||||||||Making room for the new growth.
||||||||||Smoke in the Trees.
||||||||||With the grace of fireflies
||||||||||Around the ancient trees of the Swamp
||||||||||Higher and higher, it rose
||||||||||Away from the red-orange embers
||||||||||Until, exhilarated, lifted above the tree tops
||||||||||It dissipates, and yet
||||||||||There, it lingers as the fire licks away at the dead
||||||||||Making room for the new growth.
||||||||||Smoke in the Trees.