The rustling
branches sing me a lullaby
A pure
melody, hypnotizing as a Syren’s cry
A song so
sweet, it puts me straight to sleep
A slumber
unbroken, dark and deep
These same
boughs crackle merrily, quite game
To being
thrown into a fire, lit aflame
Their song
sweeter still this song awkens me
Their
spirit strong and rousing, uncaged and free
The song of
the branches is a bird in a cage
Pure,
untouched by passion or rage
The song of
the flames is a bird flying free
Unrestrained,
it now knows fear and glee
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