Oh, M.T., I was postively swept away by the duality of profundity and innocence here; I swayed from one to the other in a very happy rhythm, underscored by your dual rhyme scheme.

I'm especially enamored of fire ("sparks," I love the "burning branch,") and roots, both of which are great teachers, if we mine the very heart of them while paradoxically allowing their mystery to remain.

Stay strange!