Why does a fire move with more speed uphill? Because it craves only light, only air. Is my land, my soul, the parts of me only good when they feed your blaze? I can’t fuel your flame nor build you a bridge to cross over my depths, so you move on to higher ground, destruction in your wake. But, I will face the sun on my own, having traveled and climbed. There are parts of me that are safe. Untouched, wild, and free.
