Summoning Fire

its beautiful really
this campfire I have lit
the kindling is gone
and all that is left
are the logs
burning

just logs, no more, no less
each balanced in a state
between form and ash
ash to ashes

the blessed peace of
no feedback 
no input
no suggestions
no criticism
no directions

just taking what I know
about fire making
and intuiting my way
to a beautiful campfire

amidst this beauty
i look up and wonder
how it is to be a tree
observing my crematorium