The Burning Forest Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

The forest was ablaze

To the far horizon.

And yet the doves gathered,

Picking up moisture

From the parched stream -

In their wing tips

And, flying over the fire,

Each scattered a few drops

On the burning forest.





The Great Spirit was touched

By their devotion

But told them that though

Their intention was excellent

It was a futile gesture.

‘We realize this', the birds replied,

‘But we used to live in this forest,

And seeing it being destroyed

Breaks our hearts.

We need to gift our tears'.