Wet Wood

Wet Wood waits Under clear blue skies
For Winds to come blow Knee high
On the ground where it lies Nodding amidst dewy buttercups
In a pile Wet Wood waits
Knee high While Four Winds blow it dry
Wet Wood doesn’t fake it Clogged and soggy
When it’s wet It’s wet
Wet Wood doesn’t lie It doesn’t burn
When its Fire is choked Saturated with dampness
It doesn’t burn It doesn’t lie
Saturated with dampness Wet Wood doesn’t fake it till it makes it

Blow Wind blow! Four Winds blow!