Ashes And Rain Poem by Annalee Somerville

The trees lay in a dormant phase,
The ponds have all gone dry,
There is no sign of rain,
And fire looms the sky.

The wind, once soft, now howls with rage,
It scorches every leaf,
The earth is cracked and aching,
A canvas drawn in grief.

Birdsong fades to silence,
The dusk arrives too soon,
Ashes dance like shadows,
Beneath a blood-red moon.

Yet somewhere in the distance,
A whisper stirs the air,
A promise of renewal,
Of life beyond despair.

The clouds begin to gather,
Their bellies full of grace,
A single drop descends,
And kisses earth's dry face.

The trees begin to tremble,
Their roots recall the rain,
The pond, a mirror waking,
Reflects the world again.

From ash, the green shoots rise,
Defiant, bold, and true,
For even scorched horizons,
Can birth a brighter hue.

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