Burned Earth

 

As I walk over burned earth

My eyes bleed with beauty

Death leaves behind

 

Roasted mountain roses

Dashing in black and grey

Oh what treasure these where to find

 

Bright green sprouts of grass

Illuminated against charcoal so vast

Life cannot be destroyed

So She likes to remind

 

Skeletons in ashes

Her essence from pool to pool

Ants nests crumpled tunnels

All that was lost

 

She will bind

The End

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