Jack Pine

 Born in ash my bark is burnt black.
To grow and protect is my path.
I am shelter for those who need,
And yet I was born in God's wrath.

Angered, He smote land with lightning
Righteous fire led a warpath.
And, I was made stronger by it,
And yet I was born in God's wrath.

Me and mine are things of beauty.
Creatures of light, in sun we bathe.
An existence of cleansing sin,
And yet I was born in God's wrath.

Our lives arbitrary and cruel
All owned by a sociopath.
A creator born of desire,
And yet we were lost in God's wrath.