The storm

Somehow there is nothing more,
nothing, but a raging storm,
fire burns, the tree is dead,
all the world is getting mad.

A lonely pilgrim tries to help,
he tries to fight against the death,
but the burning doesnt quit,
once the wood and leaves are lit.

Pilgrim falls and starts to cry,
he screams, he cries, he looks to sky,
then he hears a voice in head,
"Be calm, be calm" the voice has said.

"Those who let the fire burn,
and whose faces away turned,
they will never climb a tree,
but we will not let them free."

Pilgrim stands up, takes his things,
he walks away and sadly sings,
about the world thats nothing more,
but a raging, firing storm.

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