There Is A Time For Fire, And For Healing Poem by Timber Koleden

In emerald halls where life once danced unbound,
A towering realm of verdant breath and sound,
The rainforest thrived—an ancient, living spire—
Now shattered, scorched by merciless fire.

Beneath the canopy's once vibrant embrace,
Countless species found their sacred place;
Symbiotic webs, intricate and vast,
Reduced to ash and memories of the past.

The blaze, unyielding, devours root and leaf,
A tragic testament to human grief.
Not nature's wrath, but humanity's hand,
Unleashing conflagration across the land.

Each charred tree tells a story silenced in smoke,
A legacy of loss, of futures revoked.
Yet within this flame's ominous breath,
Lies a stark reminder: this is not death,



In nature's cycle, fierce flames may reign,
Destruction wrought upon the verdant plain.
Yet, from the ashes, life seeks to reclaim,
A testament to resilience, unfazed by the flame.

The wildfire's wrath, a tempest untamed,
Scorches the earth, wild serenity maimed.
Yet beneath the charred black, a promise resides,
That life, once extinguished, anew will abide.

From embers, the sparks of hope ignite,
Seeds dormant for seasons, obscured from the light.
With the rain's gentle touch, and the sun's warm embrace,
The soil is nourished, in time and in grace.

The saplings rise in triumphant reprise,
Each leaf a reminder that nature is wise.
Wildflowers burgeon, a colorful spread,
Transforming the landscape where once all was dead.

Such beauty emerges, defying despair,
The tapestry woven through sorrowful air.
Ferns unfurl softly, and trees stand anew,
An orchestra thriving, in greens and in hues.

This is the lesson that fire imparts:
Though it may ravage, it also restarts.
Life, in its essence, is steadfast and bright,
Forged in the crucible, emerging from night.

In studying this cycle, let us not fear:
The dance of destruction brings forth what is dear.
For in every ending, a new start we find,
As forests reclaim, the past left behind.

So let the flames flicker, let them consume,
For beauty awaits in the wake of the gloom.
Nature's resilience—an indomitable fact,
In cycles eternal, the forest comes back.