Fire spreads, licking the
Flowers
The Trees
The delicate leaves
It spreads, hissing
Spitting
Fumes and flames
Deadly and Toxic
Thick smoke
Noxious
For days on end
And
Nights that spread
A sweet smothering darkness
Soaked through in ember shadow
The fire grows and the sky, it darkens
And then
As if of some higher volition
It sizzles to a stop.
First fire melts into feeble sparking
Then
Softly
Invisibly
Almost too kindly
This too is evanesced.
Behind is left only the
Smoking carcass
The quiet ashes
The barren earth
And an emptiness that leers,
Peers faceless, noiseless, emotionless,
Into nothing
Hands spin somewhere in the distance
Yet that aisle of Death remains the same
Withered, ungrown, utterly unchanged
Chained to nothing
Bound to stay
Afraid for the return of flickering flame
And yet, that hand still is moving
And the fire remains away
Audacious, at last,
Some green shyly peeks up
As life is for the living
Soon the land becomes lush.
The green is so greener when it sprouts from the ash
Destruction makes beauty
Becomes a flowering sash
Once just a land torn by war and by flame
Now this gorgeous green dress is all to remain
Happy now to finally beam without shame
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