The withered trees cling to life.
Some will die, while others live.
The forest was burned, scarred,
with marks visible for miles around.
Now she must regrow.
Green shrubs and grasses poke up from ashy ground.
Sections of wood are full of life.
Others carry the stench of death.
In time it will be forgotten.
The forest will be mighty.
But then, someday,
the world will burn again.