Sometimes we take for granted the beauty of the world,
A mountain, tree, or sunset; a navy sky, a little pearl.
Nature is bursting with potential, the friendly creatures say,
Then there's a forest fire; birds chirp and fly away.
Everything looks desolate, black and charred and gray,
No green leaves, no signs of life; an empty, despairing day.
The circle of life is cut in half, the sun forgets to rise,
Only seconds remain the same; land forgotten in our eyes.
Until one day, barely seen, the sky lights up in a flash,
Thunder rolls, a drop of rain, a subtle wind parts the ash.
Despite the rough, the toughest climb, pink petals finally seen,
Against all odds the underdog, the Fireweed, is freed.