Wind playfully tormented the rainfly on our tent,
hard ground rejected our affections and
sleep was left to entice but not to satisfy.
In the morning, the sky opened up,
to our startled vision,
inexplicable force now resting,
inferno of fire and ash,
usurper of once mighty forests,
the fiery breath of god.
Many years between then and now,
we succumbed to the enormity and power,
we were enticed by the depth of the silence,
thankful of our brief yet wondrous witness
to the majesty of the planet.