"Fire Weed"

The warmth of a Summer breeze,
The scent of the endless fire weed.
It covers the side hill for miles upon miles,
The rebuilding of earth in a magnificent style.

After logging a side hill for man’s personal needs,
The very first thing to grow back is the hardy fire weed.
It breathes life back into the fragile ground,
It’s amazing where this vegetation can be found.

It’s the flower of choice for the honey bee,
The safety and protection for little birds like the chickadee.
More animals move in and the wildlife abounds,
On this side hill that a short time ago was barren ground.

So when I ride out of the timber and into the slash,
I take a moment to think of what was past.
I just sit there on my horse and take a deep breath,
Think of how lucky we are and how we’ve been blessed.

A light breeze blows across the fire weed,
Looking like the ripples on an endless pink sea.
It humbles a person to see such beauty,
We must keep this cycle going I feel it’s our duty.