Emerging from the shadows into the light,
The lavender field, newly planted,
Bares no trace of the plum-colored beauty
It breathed at harvest time,
But we know that along with deciduous trees
That go bare in the winter,
Those colors will bloom again.
It’s harder, when looking at fire’s devastation,
To trust that the beauty we lost
Might ever achieve resurrection…
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