The Forest of Desire

When the gentle western blew,
The faces turned in expectation,
We looked skyward,
And knew the flames would soar.

The Gods seemed to smile,
The woods resounded with laughter,
The birds had just started singing,
And the silence echoed all over again.

The eyes were all lit up,
Tunes started whistling through,
And the forest of desire was burning down,
To a brand new begining.