Silence blows across the arena
Killing the fire and destruction
Into a uneasy calm
And men rouse as if from sleep
And gaze with new born eyes
Across a land that is childless

Tears quench the hurt soul
As the dust of the dead
Are cast into a forgiving wind
And heart weary, they turn for home
Back to a life no longer familiar
And a world changed anew

The arena of battle left deserted
And a bird dares to break the silence
Singing with joyful song
As trees bud in promise and flowers
Bloom in a blaze of heart red
Covering the land, a healing balm