Pyro

Tree rooted in the ground
It's on fire with the light
The sun is dusk
And my hands grab for it

It slips away under the vista
Before I can say, "Fall"
The night is sinister
It surronds me
I lean against the tree

I turn to feel the bark
Rigid and hard
I look up to the leaves
Blowing in the breeze

This tree is sacred
I feel it in my fingertips
I touched them to my face
And static stabbed

I try to tear it down
Find it's origin
Count the rings
Peel off the leaves

The tree is too broad
And I'm too weak
I break my bones
And the branches remain

Far off I hear a call
"Come off it" They say
But before I acknowledge it
I kick the tree

It comes tumbling down on me
From my ignorance
From my selfishness
From my own effort

I thought I could know it
Inside and out
But it remained idle
For I had tried with my own hands

They're wretched
They're filth
I bury my face in them
For it bears as much shame

Then a leaf carressed me
And a branch separated them
I was entangled in the limbs
And the leaves masked my shameful skin

The tree had come to me
And I accepted it
But not by myself
No, it brought me out