The Red Fern

The red fern grows
violent and bright.
ending peaceful sleep
beneath quiet starlight.

The war drum beats,
the fern grows tall.
The ground ripples
where the shadows fall.

The red fern blossoms
the ground turns red,
the men move out
with evil thoughts in their heads.

The red blossoms seed
the tides turn,
the men are ignorant
of the evil they yearn.

The red seeds depart,
the men make amends,
run little ones
the red fern grows again!