We are opposites. You can so often just make me boil over in rage for rage.

I know your moderate side.. measured and tender.

Today though. I do not love you. Not today.

You cite nature’s decree.

You burnt me out of a living tree.

Shattering splinters of explosive bounds.

Leaving behind cinders for trees.

I am on my knees, crying over a once cherished spot.

You extracted too great a cost.

Even with your, humble whispers of renewal after forests lost.

I do not love you today.