From the Ashes

Scorching summer, no clouds in sight

Perfect time for a fire to light

Starts off small, soon gets bigger

Then strong winds pull down a trigger

One of destruction for buildings and homes

All that is standing is black bricks and bones

Birds are choking, falling from skies

Flowers are withered, most likely to die

Starts to go slower. Backs away

But still trails scents of dismay

Then fire stops, a massive relief 

For those submerged in sadness and grief

A shadow of death, we’re feeling small

‘Cause there’s nothing left, nothing at all

But amidst dark, against all strife,

Black covered forests begin to sprout life

May be little, yet it’s a sensation

Some beauty we see comes from devastation

Fire is bad, it burns and bashes

But it’s nice to know things grow from the ashes