Lying on the ground
Drying and rotting,
No nurture, nor care,
In utter despair
Sans strength to move:
A gentle breeze
A gust of life
Instant awakening
Breath blown back from nowhere
A stirring, a fluttering,
Lo! death departs!
A forest fire
Rapid and wild
Blazing its fiery trail,
Melting and burning
Casting out dross,
A golden heart remains.
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