Life From Death

[krossero]

 

Life From Death

The wind sweeps over a desolate plain

stirring up the black ashes of once-green grass.

Tiny twisters of remembrance form,

then settle into new patterns of loss.

Before the blaze, life had abounded.

All was calm and carefree, verdant and sweet.

Nature sang, and possibilities were endless.

Before the blaze, there had been joy.

Now, all is quiet.

But though all seems lost,

the wind softly brushes fine dust

from a tender new shoot.

Fragile, lonely and small,

This lonely sprout stands in defiance and remembrance

of what was long ago lost.

The cycle begins again.

Comments

[sarituss.livejournal.com]

*shiver*
Just so beautiful... TwT
*smooches*

[krossero.livejournal.com]

thank you!

*smooches right back*