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.