Covered in ashes, black and charred.
Days go by, and fresh from the earth,
Tendrils sprout, with colours of spring.
With water sprinkling from the heavens above,
The shoots grow tall and blossoms abound.
A sight to behold, this carpet of green,
Spreading the fragrance of the freshness within.
The butterflies waltz as the cuckoo sings,
The squirrels dart and life begins.
Arises life from a death of despair,
To a rebirth of love and hope!