This is a poem of new life found in loss. I believe that the loss of the things we care so much about in life--but which are really unimportant-- will lead to a life far better. This poem is meant to be uplifting. I hope it makes sense!
A river that once bore blood and wine
Is dammed into rivulets of cracked earth
Water trickled to a still moment
At the confluence of pain and peace
On that side of the valley
Set above the emerald canopy
Is the calm for which we cry these tears
For now, we wait
Eyes lifted
Shivering at the thrust of wind from the other side
Which dips and curves around weed and greed alike
To embrace what is left of us
A fire erupts
Scorching the ageless chaff that we've gathered
At feet long stunned still
Believing it our only warmth
We're left with a barren earth
At once feared and wanted
For at pain's end
The land can be filled
With verdant flora
Worth the tending
A river that once bore blood and wine
Is dammed into rivulets of cracked earth
Water trickled to a still moment
At the confluence of pain and peace
On that side of the valley
Set above the emerald canopy
Is the calm for which we cry these tears
For now, we wait
Eyes lifted
Shivering at the thrust of wind from the other side
Which dips and curves around weed and greed alike
To embrace what is left of us
A fire erupts
Scorching the ageless chaff that we've gathered
At feet long stunned still
Believing it our only warmth
We're left with a barren earth
At once feared and wanted
For at pain's end
The land can be filled
With verdant flora
Worth the tending
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