Soot

 Black droplets fall,

No longer the rivers will flow,

No longer the trees will grow,

A silence blankets the earth's call.

Where once was life, now barren sprawl,

The sky weeps soot in mournful throe,

In the land's heart, a deepening woe,

As nature's tears in darkness crawl.

Yet on this night, a faint hope gleams,

For time will heal the scarred meadows,

And from the ashes, life redeems.

A future where clear water streams,

Where once again, the green tree grows,

Beneath the sun's forgiving beams.