Wood smoke, the good smoke,

Drifting through the trees,

Brings the haze of distant days

And childhood memories.

 

Wood scent, the good scent,

Pungent and sublime,

Brings to mind the yearning kind

Of youth than envies time.

 

Flame glow, the same glow

As passion's rich red rose,

Sight and scent by Nature meant

When youth to adult grows.

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