It’s….beautiful…

The trees dance beneath an ethereal glow,

Golden light gleaming where shadows grow.

They crackle and split, their laughter as fire,

Ashes ascending, dark plumes climb higher.

Smoke weaves soft sashes, the sky it mars,

Flowing like waves in a sea of golden stars.

The light drifts gently on the night’s cool breeze,

A fleeting warmth through the whispering trees.

I reach to catch a small falling star,

It sizzles and scars as it lands on my arm.

I cradle it gently, this warm dying ember,

And drown in the smoke of a fire to remember.