Watch the Mountain Burn

A ruby hue up over the hill
Tells me the trees have turned to tinder, the fire is rolling still
And in the night the crimson glow
Sings of 10,000 acres laid to waste in Shenandoah


They say after fire new life will come
But you can’t tell that to the woman burned in the losing of her son
And from the ashes rises something new
Good luck believing in those words when the ashes come for you

This ain’t your fault, you don’t have to fix it
This broken heart is a paper-dry, brittle fern
There ain’t no hope that the smoke is gonna miss us
But won’t you sit with me while I watch the mountain burn

We need rain, to water this dry land
But your bucket’s not gonna touch this wildfire, nothing can
There are no words, nothing you can do
Except to hold my hand and feel the heat until it’s through

This ain’t your fault, you don’t have to fix it
This broken heart is a paper-dry, brittle fern
There ain’t no hope that the smoke is gonna miss us
But won’t you sit with me while I watch the mountain burn

© Gregory J. Yoder, 2016