Emily

Silent, still, dead, and gone Tangled and twisted are limbs of bronze Charred by flames of orange and yellow A forest dying, dying, dead by ‘morrow Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Life is claimed for hell’s sweet lust Scarred and broken, it seems unfair But Earth is strong, do not despair Up springs green through blackened soil Triumphant despite much turmoil Life breeds life through a cycle continuing Death breeds life through a new beginning