FOUR TREES & A CRACKLING FIRE

The summer breeze He was, hunting for lyre Down to his knees He was feeling so dire Resting his hands, they could get a bit drier Four trees and a crackling fire Though he had seen Much of gore, war, and crime Nothing more scary Than a man alone with his mind So as he trembled At what may lay ahead The snake had been rattled And he would hold his head down For he had broken his own moral high The summer breeze He was feeling enlightened Sinking stomach, realization so frightening He had become the outlaw he was fighting Four trees and a crackling fire Four trees and a crackling fire