To hear Mother Nature Sing

To hear Mother Nature Sing
They end their final suffering
The smell of her in her rawest form
Subliminally wet, unadulterated,
forlorn
They end their final suffering
There is a dim light inside
Percolating in every crevasse
cove,
In each hollow tide
The shadows of the wanderers
Waiting throughout the night
Smashing wooden sticks on The inferno wall
Arms twisting
Backwards
forwards,
Now swallowing the heavy breaths of those who chose to fall
The rocks beneath pierce through their heavy  skin
Smells of ash  
Rubbing deep to begin again

Smashing their skulls to seek the culmination of fire

They end their final suffering