Fire Flowers
Duration:4'
Instrumentation: SSATBB (unaccompanied)
Year of Composition: 2021 |
Text:
And only where the forest fires have sped, Scorching relentlessly the cool north lands, A sweet wild flower lifts its purple head, And, like some gentle spirit sorrow-fed, It hides the scars with almost human hands. And only to the heart that knows of grief, Of desolating fire, of human pain, There comes some purifying sweet belief, Some fellow-feeling beautiful, if brief. And life revives, and blossoms once again. - Emily Pauline Johnson |