::prairie burn::
Burning prairie is
What the ancestors feared
Frantically beating the flames with water-soaked sacks
Digging trenches in hardened earth
Desperately trying to save their lives and livelihoods
Now the prairie burns with purpose
It burns to create new life
Blackened land with
Twisted branches and stumpy remains
Of brush and plants
Seemingly tell a despairing story
Yet the tale has just begun
Scorched soil absorbs sunlight
Warmth stimulating plants to grow
Green shooting up through the black
Birds gather for the feast of insects
The burning is rhythmic
To keep out unwanted invasive plants
Cleaning up and clearing out
Restoring nutrients and resetting cycles
Native plants know how to survive
Their roots go deep
When fire sweeps over us
Do our roots hold us steady?
Are we used to the rhythms of purging that bring new life?
How are we strengthened for the next growing season?
The fire gives and the fire takes away
Blessed be the burning of the prairie
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