Adults always warn children
not to play with fire
yet not even the perils of a match
or a abandoned campfire
smoldering free of vigilance,
waiting to capitalize on any lapse,
any opportunistic turn of fate,
can compare with the cruel imposition of
rules, deigning to control
and subvert the drunken whims of nature,
a futile shackle on the designs of
the rivers surging, the forests blazing.
Still though, rules continue to be forged to dominate
the fickle world outside.
Not even the infernal light of the trees
engulfed in flame can illuminate
the vain despot who, in desperate grasps
to obtain elusive control, attempts to subdue
what goes far beyond
the flooding rivers and burning forest.