I am the wooden fortress,
standing tall upon the land,
Impenetrable, no beast can breach.
I provide warmth from the cold rain.

I am humans' sanctuary, irreplaceable,
I sense them inside me, a pleasurable tickle.
Then a small sting emerges,
they must be crafting delicious treats again.

The smell is joyful,
but the sting begins to hurt.
The pleasant smell is replaced with a fury's grip.
Inside me grows a crimson flame,
before I know it, I'm engulfed in it.

Falling apart, turning into ash,
I now flow aimlessly through the air with no purpose,
And in my place, a new fortress is built,
replacing me as if I never mattered.