A Walk in the Forest

Author's Note:
This poem was a part of a collection that I wrote in middle school. It was actually in the same collection as the poem, Pathway of Time. I forgot what type of poem it is because it is not free verse and the wrapping of the lines is intentional. As I read it now, I am struck by all of the dichotomies: fire can be both a destructive and creative force, nature vs modernity and the ways in which humanity is a part of that, chaos and order, and real and supernatural (with the talk of fairies near the end). It is a sort of an "everything and nothing" poem. It has a prose structure, but it is broken up in the middle of the sentences. As you read the poem, think about the dichotomies in yourself and your own life. How are you walking in the forest?