A tiny spark ignites
The forest floor ablaze
Red-hot flames surge upward
Heavens eclipsed by haze
Fire consumes the thicket
Exposing blackened earth
A perfect bed prepared
Awaiting the new birth
Old sequoia smolders
Its pulse proceeds to pound
Dozens of roasted cones
Shed their seeds to the ground
Nature sings a melody
To the rhythm of the rain
In harmony the sunlight
Warms the wet terrain
Under the towering giants
I marvel with surprise
Pushing up from the ashes
Tender seedlings rise.
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