Three of Fire
Siblings on a mission
We three soar over the barren landscape
Few trees still stand, many scorched by the fires
Small bits of brush push up through soil in recovery
Across the land we soar, tail feathers streaming behind us
One. Two. Three. Our eldest sister leading us
She flies forward with determination while brother and I play on the currents and around each other — swaying side to side and barrel rolling over each other
We laugh, but sister is focused
Occasionally, she turns her head ever so slightly and catches our eyes with one of hers
That’s all it takes to silence and settle us
Our journey is long and our mission great
Sister holds the weight of it
We follow behind as we seek to reach her tail feathers
She moves at great speed with what appears to be little effort
May we learn to be as regal as her one day
For now we follow
We three on this journey
Across the burned landscape
