A Forest Fire's Prayer

please make me more simple. kill the most part of my life. if arson is my destiny, let me turn to ashes nothing but the dry leaves on feet of the trees, so they’ll grow denser with ease. tell sorrowful tales to the sky about wild orchids, dead before they bloom about fallen seedless fruits. about birds lost in smoke, birds losing their nests. make her cry. make the sky shed her tears. help the forest foster more leaves and grow a greener green. take me to the town’s waste to the kitchens of the famished to the veins of those shivering with loneliness to the couple who’ve spent too long sharing their backs with one another please make me more humble.