After the Disaster
After a forest fire, the foliage feels a rekindled resolve for further growth
My soul has been ravaged in a similar fashion. I can imagine it feeling akin to trees toppling and leaves disintegrating. All those familiar things that had grown, melting to ash.
Your fire has seemingly ruined my wild growth and left nothing but destruction in its wake. You might think you've won. You might not have given a thought to me and my greenery.
I am the forest after the fire. I will grow again.