As a forest Taken down with the firestarters hate All living things perish or take For a safer ground
All that is left Is scorched and marred In blackness Charcoaled in loneliness Stark in offering Of any sign of life
Even the sunshine seems To have abandoned the sight Of the blackened ground The temples of ebony Leafless trees Not one hint of green
Until one day A passerby Traipsing paths once lush Happens to notice Sprouting up from Coal like remains Bright Green shoots of grass Alas! The Healing has begun As the birds of hope Watch and wait And sing life upwards Once again.
This was fantastic writing as usual. To tell Serenity I saw the eruption of Mt. St. Helen's and all the lush green is back, and the land is renewed almost now, so there is hope of renewal always. I love your writing style.
~* If you want a rainbow, sometimes you just have to put up with a little rain *~