The Woods Where We Walked

Long years ago, but still fresh in my memory

you and I would meet along forested paths

and wander, hand in hand, through the trees

It was a place of solace, the woods where we walked

a moss-covered fortress hiding us within its walls.

Ancient trees towered above like silent sentries

while sun and shadow chased each other

across a canvas of green and gold.

As the seasons came and went

we wandered deeper into the forest,

trying to understand its beauty and wildness.

Then, clinging to each other more tightly than before,

we sensed that something was about to change.

Fire.

Raging and powerful, uncontainable and unalterable.

It moved through our woods like an angry orange sea.

We tried to run, tried to fight, tried to hold on

But nothing could quench the burning thirst.

Ashes.

A new world, a new life

A dream, a thought, a whisper: a journey home.

Green grass, saplings, rebirth.

Beauty restored.

Wandering through the new growth, I cross your path.

A wave, a smile, a laugh.

The fire that tore our world apart

Was just what we needed to make a new start.