Twisted

From blackened earth,

and gnarled trees.

A land thats purged,

of honey bees.

From that earth,

all withered and dead,

A little sprout,

began to spread.

From that sprout,

verdant green.

A red bloom,

pretty as been seen.

From empty land,

a miracle stirred.

A little red flower,

grew undisturbed.

From barren plains,

to luscious fields.

A land renewed,

a fortune sealed.

From life's oasis,

to doom once more.

A world may shift,

and grow again sore.

From one to the next,

and the next once again.

A life will always move,

from now back to then.