Rejuvenate from the black

Black trees filled with bumble-bees,
Trees aren’t really at ease.

Fire the messiah 
Burning bushes away from Jeremiah.

But rejuvenation in this situation,
Is the start of a new generation.

The plants growing back as green as a green screen 
Help has been very much seen.

Trees climb up the ladder of growth 
They have sworn an oath of good growth.
Trees still standing like WWII trenches 
Let’s help by putting in some defences.

Trees reach for the sky
Don’t worry they haven’t died.
“Crack!” I step on a stick 
Black they are but, “click!” Goes another stick.

The misty smell
The smoke says farewell.
Ash, ash, ash everywhere 
But rejuvenation is in the air!