the forest was plentiful and lovely,
blooming and beaming with thousands of flowers to gaze upon.
but recklessness and mistakes consumed the beauty,
fire reined the land and torched all the living.
the plants were ash,
trees fallen over,
and the people who once cherished the zen forest had fled.
when the peace is disturbed and the prettiness lies beneath the surface,
those who were merely bypassing will move to the next eye catching location.
time is the beholder of all beauty,
contrary to popular belief.
after the destructive end to the forests bountiful days,
growth begins again.
we may be stepped on,
ruined to seemingly no repair,
but within the despair is a fixture of light that will mend the brokenness of all hearts.
someday the forest shall return,
and so will you.