We Could Not

There is a storm stirring below the surface.

Inside us all,

In the atmosphere,

In the tired bones of the world.

There is a fire sparking

To life,

To burn,

To end what was before.

There is a change coming,

A hailing wind of struggle.

Such trees will grow,

From ash,

From destruction.

Stronger,

Tolerant,

Patient.

These trees will stand,

Where we could not.