He Set the Tree on Fire

I hated the blood that ran through my veins;

When daddy set that tree on fire.

And with his paintbrush two—

He set the sky on fire

With his Gentle hands

He turned his children’s mind at the picture

And held the Image in our eyes

The Burning sky.

I watched the embers fade

The ashes billowing away.

And I remembered I whispered to the decay;

Daddy Set That Tree On Fire.