The fire does not worry me
but I do not grow as tall as the rainforest,
so I exist between the fire forest
and the ancient forest,
helping it to exist.
My new leaves are sensual and soft
earthy pinks and ochres
as the land I am on.
Crush my leaves, and like it or not,
my aroma soothes the senses.
I am lancewood, I am ironwood.
I am strong.
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