Soon, the day will come,
Light peeking through the trees,
The smoke will clear from the sky.
A black column of wannabe clouds rise from a distant fire,
The symphony of life will soon start over,
Drowning out memories of a shadowed past.

What was that there, just now, brushing past?
Out of the darkness it might soon come,
Is that you, or a creature somewhere over
There, hiding in the cover of the shadows of the trees.
Those eyes I see burn as the fire,
Praying for the best I look to the sky.

A loud call sounds, a muzzle pointing to the sky.
He’s a mourner for a life that has gone out as a flame would, when the wind blows past.
His bitter call bites like fire,
He cries out knowing that his friend will never come
Again to his side, the lone mourner approaches from the forest guarded by the trees,
That are like soldiers, standing at attention, the life that was only beginning now is over,

Over? The call seems to cry. Why over?
Why over so soon? I am sympathetic; I long to join him, howling to the sky,
To join him in the thick of the trees,
I don’t notice, but much time has gone past,
I feel his presence; almost too close he has come.
All the sudden, my limbs burn like fire.

Then they twist and turn, also acting now like fire,
Then I start to panic, but soon the feeling’s over,
I will this feeling of calm to come,
Wash over me. I raise my head to the sky,
And I can feel my teeth growing, fur growing, past
Human recollection. I drop to my knees, become one with the trees.

Now spinning, are the trees,
I howl with the same fire
As the mourner. My mind reverts to an ancient past.
I fall to all fours, the transformation over.
I look into the mourner’s eyes, they shine brilliant as the sky,
I see myself, now with eyes like him, into his world I had come.

I hear his voice call, he says to come with him, into the trees.
We stand together, under the sky, my knowing now is like a fire,
Burning high. My old life is now over, I will not look to the past as I run with the mourner. Into the trees.