Rain

[Zothar]

Dark, ominous clouds,

Rolling swiftly across the plains,

My heart turned to coal,

Its fire cooled by unexpected rains.



Lightning strikes;

A fire being started.

New is created,

But the old is discarded.



This fire that burns,

Burns to create new life.

But it sometimes destroys the old,

Leaving for a while only pain and strife.



But out of the ashes,

A new beginnings must start,

And a new tree is growing,

From the ruins of my heart.



And though of the old,

We must leave and let go,

It will never be forgotten;

This I finally know.



And into the future we all must go

[Zothar]

not quite as good as a few of the previous, but still there.