🔃 Renewal

 This barren land; beneath my feet, Was once ; field of wheat, Scorched by fire; laid to rest, Done by Mother Nature; she knows best..

Over yonder; timbers too, Ablaze in color; she starts anew, She reclaims her land; our plantations, As she prepares; for new generations..

Though we feel; a deepened loss, She will dictate; the cycle of life, Over her lands; through our strife..

She sends us a message; each time that she burns, For it is life; she truly yearns, From blackened soils; to lush green hills, Mother Nature continues; to bring us thrills..

From flowers anew; to sprouting pines, Even the fields; of lush grapevines..

It is not for us to question; Only for us to follow through, For she returns; what she must take, As she knows; what's at stake..

In her hands; we put our trust, for life to continue; it's a must, So question not; as she burns, Throughout time we have learned, Through this pain; and blackened sky, We need not ask; for we know why..

In her grace; and compassionate heart, She affords us; a brand new start, For new generations; they will see, This beautiful land; she has given to thee...

©LaPoint,F. 2005