flames raze the forest, bringing it to its knees. ashes line the ground, fertilizing the charred soil. the clouds mourn for the forest, blessing the ground with its tears. seeds of all sizes land, and the sun wakes up to greet them. a garden rises from the ashes.
Escapril Day 17! Prompt: garden. I have been thinking about resilience and bouncing back lately, and the result was this poem. Happy Easter to everyone celebrating, and I hope you are all doing well 💗