"Burning Trees"

The trees are burning.

Stars are blind.

To put it kindly, wrath of familial ties.

Transpiring paths to the underground beds;

Weathering stone.

To put it kindly, family is dead.

No more stars or stories aligned.

Excused unexcused-

Build a new tree, mind not the stars intertwined.

Fate be fate and until that day,

To put it kindly, trees stop burning when your children shine.

-SQ 2011