Veld fire

The crackling inferno sweeps across the ground

Devouring all in its scorching path

Leaving behind the remains of once-long grasses, wild blooms and wilful weeds

Stripping the earth bare to the bone

And not once looking back

Or feeling an ounce of remorse

 

Yet, all is not lost…

 

For once the smoky blanket has lifted

And the winds have taken away that which is not anchored or determined to stay

The rains will fall, quenching the thirst of this parched land

The sun will stretch out its arms to warm and entice

And new life will surface

With a will to survive

And bear fruit