To Rise from the Ashes

A short poem about an inspiring walk through the woods.

Blood pumping, heart racing
It’s a feeling I struggle placing
Adrenaline pulsing through my veins
Here in the woods, only nature remains
A tree! A tree! (Or all that is left)
Has been swallowed by the cruelness of death!
Its jagged stump pulls north
And like fiery Phoenix wings reach forth

But in death, comes life
Dark new branches have this right
Wrapped around the old dead tree
These new branches allow me to see
I am the Phoenix, reborn
When, moments ago I was torn
This feeling, the rush
From the forest so lush
Is the passion and drive
Humans need to survive

No need for my heartbeat to steady
For whatever comes next, I am ready