After the fire, though they did not burn, the trees turned brown.
Unable to breath, as the thick smoke held them for weeks.
They retreated into themselves
waiting out the difficult time
holding on to a glimmer of hope,
Whilst despair overcame.
After the rain, in cautious delight, the trees started to green,
Revived, reinvigorated, they breathed again.
They rejoiced with new growth
Pumped life back into the leaves,
Resplendent in their return,
As despair is washed away.