Grass Tree

 

if fire could renew my heart

as it does yours

 

seeds polished shiny as hope

would transform within me

 

the sweep and rage of flame

cracking open each hidden tendril

 

flowering with possibility

birds supping from this alchemy

 

but your heart grows and swells

to an ancient wildfire rhythm

 

and mine is renewed simply

by the strange architecture

 

 of your beauty