Scorched World

Dark words from back-burnt fields
charred trees splayed arms brittle
seeking and beseeching the heavens
pleading and receiving only embers’ descent
as ashes sizzle with relieving sporadic rain.

Soot plastered into mud
rivers roll down your face
as your head fails to comprehend
where the deepest secrets and old timbers went
surrounded by pungent smoke scented death.

Sprays of resurgent growth will spread again
over cracked bark and broken earth
fire-borne seeds sprouting already dreaming
of new mysteries and yet another beginning.

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