The Superbloom Poem by Peter Strugnell

The Superbloom



When it's all over
when there's nothing left to burn,
after the forest fire,
life springs in the superbloom.

A soft and gentle rain is falling,
damping down the embers,
it's like it's applauding,
all those that fell.

There are shoots of life,
rising up from the forest floor
the old world swept away
by the rule of nature's law.

and I believe in man,
I'll believe in anything,
that keeps my hopes alive,
that keeps me sane.

and in the light of day,
in the day after tomorrow
a new fire will rage
after the pain and sorrow

When it's all over
and there's nothing left to burn,
after the forest fire,
life springs in the superbloom.

The Superbloom
Monday, April 27, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: positiveness,rebirth,fire,climate change,birth,hope,insanity,life,nature,political,revolution ,spring
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inspired by the current world health crisis 2020
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