Season's Turn Soul's Rest

As seasons turn, the forest may burn, giving nutrients back to the soil.

It may seem a loss, for the trees, bees and moss but they shall return after the toil.

Let forests burn inside, do away with your pride, and absorb the humbling flames.

Let them burn away the dross, do not fear any loss, until love is all that remains.

For the forest will surely grow, just as inside you truly know, the purge was for the best.

And this is also why, in the end we all must die, letting our souls eternally rest.