Fire Is Eternal

The wind whispered loudly, Screaming through the trees Every leaf emerald and alive, The height of fertile spring All the cattle lowing, As the bright fire stronger burns Maidens pale and glistening, Thunder-round and turn Wolfish warriors circle, Blood thirsty for the chase The willows moan in longing, To rest before blistering days The stones stay true to silence, Praying for summers break And though through midnight a cold wind blows, The fire eternal stays