Burning Forest

Mother of Earth, Father of Fire. His terrible glow and her fertile soil. Father burns bright, Mother's life alight. Flames make visible the darkest corners of night. Swollen eyes, swollen throat. Holding branches like a candle in a church. If he could see, then he would know. If you plant deep enough, it will grow. But there is no time, and there is no guide. Why do you worry when you can't see in the dark? Rub Father's coals upon your head, so he knows his son. But he still burns in that forest. And we burn with him in that forest. In that forest.