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Eventually you learn

by John Walton

Kamiak Butte

that forest fires are not 

the end. That grandness 

requires sacrifice. 

I hate to think about 

any animal dying, but 

what a blessing 

the body is. As good as

sunlight, what a blessing 

the body is.

Like you, any forest thrives 

on its own recovery. 

Like you, any forest has its 

beginning, middle, and end. So,

don’t you feel your root in this? 

Of the wildlife that’d rise 

out of your complexity,

and of the air 

that moves through you,

don’t you have a root in this? 


Somewhere, a deer—like you—

is raising its head upon a ridge,

while an arrow inches closer. No, 

forest fires are not the end.

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