After the searing flames have gone.
When the choking black smoke has blown away.
I walked where green forests once stood.
Only ash and charred ruin remain.
The feeling of despair I could not hide.
Then at my foot midst grey dust appeared.
The brightest sliver of green grass.
And I knew all was not lost.
Perpetuity reigned.

by Kurt(Sam) Hearth

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