From the filth

From the filth rises beauty. a beauty akin to a phoenix, fiery, bright full of life from the ashes.
Where once was dirt now lies vines; tendrils of new life, flowers opened in burning hues of orange, red, and yellow.
A temporary flame, burning brightly in the filthy soil.

Nasturtiums, towering above the earth, there is no fear here, no strife, only tranquility.
Nasturtiums, flowers ablaze, almost floating like soft clouds as the sun goes down.
Nasturtiums, waltzing in the breeze, like dancing guests of fiery ball.

such a sight, such a blazing, bright, creation. a phoenix of the earth.