After years with no rain
A great fire spread
Across the plains
The natives breathed poison
The only cloud
Was constructed with toxic fumes
From the smoldering drought
The parched soil
No longer prayed for rain
The plants grew jaded
The animals no longer believed
In a creator
When the rain finally came
The waters swept away
Endless miles of death
Until only the seedlings remained
Too young to remember
The elders who made soil fertile
Once again
With great suffering
And hope
instead of a flood...a cleansing fire came. and out of the ashes sprung new life ready to reapeat the mistakes of their predecessors...Amazing piece!
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