Withered by the surprising storm,
Forced to take shelter here,
In this cave atop the hill.
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Once upon an era back –
This used to be my favorite,
Too many memories floating here.
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Then, it happened –
Gods fought a war here,
Ferociously and fiercely.
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The whole valley and hill charred,
All that is lively is dead.
All that is green and brown is charred.
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Gods rode away –
After a brokered truce,
Leaving all that is dead.
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After storm passed –
Stretched and strolled –
Scanning all over.
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Everything I glanced –
Made my heart heavy –
Destressing and depressing.
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But at the center of it all,
Deep in the valley,
A lonely plant cheered me.
