Even through the chaos and destruction brought from fire;
The healing of recent burns, with the sting of flames,
Still searing hot.

The remains still alive and able to grow from scattered Ashe,
But time still needs to mend the depths of the land.

The beauty held frozen in a state of black and gray, uncertainty buried layer on layers of what remains.
Green sprouts slowly as time heals what once was, and makes it even better...

Fore destruction is neccesary for the birth of anew; building a better foundation on top of the ashey dust;
Trust, prior faith of love, and passion, left as the base form from the core-hearts of the original lands.

© LoneWolfPoems