A red Flame / hangs from the heights / in your proud green / forest home.
Pride you don’t feel / nor care to know, / you love the glow / of city lights;
Fell your trees / and kill the Flame, / sell your green pride / and buy shame.
Continuing my Flame of the Forest campaign, this sijo was created on 28 May 2014. Rhyming is not a strict part of traditional sijo