The renewing cycle
By Bonnie N
The place we once knew and loved, now fallen beneath the anger of the world
The place we once knew and loved, now an unknown land of ash and grief
Scorched
Burnt
Gone
The place we once knew and loved
Gone
The plants, shrivelled, charred and deceased
The animals, injured, helpless, departed
Time passes by, a seemingly long darkness
In a cycle, all over again
At first, just a drop
And then another
The sky darkens and calmly pours rain over the ashen landscape
Dried up rivers and small lakes fill with water once more
Days go on with no less rain, the wind howling along with it
The ground softens, animals crawl out of burrows
The tears of the sky, healing the land once more
The land we once knew and loved, restored
The land we once knew and loved