The air is cold against my face
The leaves crisp beneath my hooves
The sweet smell of decay on the air
Laced with the warming scent of smoke.

Beautiful orange streaks dancing
Destructive yet loving to life
The flames wash over the forest
What was once warm now burned fiercely.

Spring has come, snow melting away
The burnt forest still remains
However the forest is blessed with ash
New life sprouts and deer are thriving.

Something so beautiful, yet dangerous
Destruction leads to creation after all
Life is sacrificed to birth a new beginning
May deer young and old never grow hungry