Stored, Like A Tape Recorder on Pause

Jiggling atoms as
Though the sun taught trees
A dance,
One only fire knows,

Practice practice practice,
And with a dry ignite
The jiggling begins anew

Heat rays
Stored in trees,
When lit, activated,
Set free

Rhythmic and in tune
With the universe
And sun beams
And kindling and the wind.

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