I set the torches in the trees

Less I freeze amongst the weeds

And if I lay amongst the hay

Throw my ashes to the breeze

I carry a club of hard ash

If I’m set upon I will thrash

I am free to mourn the trees

For in nature there is no trash

Used and reused

For fire and forest refuse

If tall trees in the forest fall

I’ll lay down amidst the mildew