Do you see
even when the fires elope with the land
and desecrates the lush purity that dances over hills
embryo's are still formed
even in the darkness of darkness.
It grows and matures, just like a seed to part,
and blaze, misunderstood by first impression
the lazy conformed eye cannot look past the towering red
and see the growth from underground.
For the eye of humanity
craves for the skin.
Yet the eye of few
gazes deeper at the crimson ancestory.















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