After the rain


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.

atmosphere blue cloud clouds

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.


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