After The Firestorm
The firestorm has passed
Leaving tears and heartache
How could anything survive
The devastation in its wake
Still there are hot spots
Areas sometimes flare
Though control is slowly won
It’s left ruin and despair
Everything is damaged
The ground is black and charred
Huge trees are only skeletons
Life’s forever marred
The destruction’s overwhelming
Shock itself a living tomb
Time passes without concept
Not seeing beyond the gloom
Rains come and slowly cleanse
The darkened earth’s now pure
A desolate field yields tender sprouts
Life starts anew
Those enormous, burned out trees
A few have budded out
Not everything has died
Nature is showing her clout
Yes, some are gone forever
And sadness still clings near
But everything starts over
This time every year