Rising from crimson to sunlight

A vast scattered land Burnt trees that still stand Ashes crumble on brown muddy leaves Welcoming a charcoal dust of memories that are now rust Although black branches stained with dark red berries stand with ease A roaring fire raged on the land, turning all to ash so nothing will stand From a fueling crimson violence to the calming reassuring turquoise gaze, The sky puts out all misunderstood flames with a diamond parade Hello rain The trees catch my eye The yellow sun gave me a suprise Tiny green buds burst through the ash wasteland with determination and excitement The happy lime buds greet me hello although they stay quiet I smile back and walk through this charcoal forest Greeting the newcomers with a wave I'd like to say my friendliness should make ke a florist I soon leave the shadowy wired land, awaiting to greet more green buds in a yellow lit sunny paradise