The high and mighty have fallen
The horses all broken, the walls all shattered
The mothers cry out for the sons lost in the chaos
Blood has been spilled
The ground is watered with the tears of the hopeful innocent
Days and weeks pass
The arid fields show the first signs of healing with blooming weeds
It is too early to say that the wrongs have been righted
The children ask, "Mommy, is everything okay?
Has the world been fixed?"
She longs to give hope with certainty
Yet her heart hesitates
In the underground, light for humanity was lifted up for years
The result is healing
Green abounds but not without cost
She is new but not the same world
Fragile like butterfly wings emerging anew
Hope lingers in the air desperate to abound and consume
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