Infusion

A sense of futility roams my being as intensely as the sun burns my skin- creating redness in and out of me - like flames of lost forests - never to achieve majestic height again - but alas they do Saplings peer from the earth- spitting their own intensity daring to be stepped upon - belligerence owned mocking my own neglect of soul Growing tall - watching my stance in the face of fiery maturation as a diamond withstands untold pressures to achieve it's brilliance - then to sparkle in it's victory over darkness So I step to muddy waters - boots of earth's mantle Feet of diamonds dance the ballet of unencumbered nobility as the tree of oak- I water my bed with the blood of triumph