Freedom from wants, vain desires

I need freedom
From wants of vain desires
From pain of forest fires
Lit by careless walkers
Who had promised not to play
With the destiny of dried leaves
But could not overcome the temptation
Of warming their bodies
On a cold night
By the bonfire of those leaves
Which have consumed
The forest
In which we had planned to build a campus
Of creative pursuits
By the forlorn souls
Vanquished by their ambitions to be
Whatever it meant to see
The morning lights of a faraway sea