A tiny spark ignites
the forest floor ablaze.
Red-hot flames surge high
Starlight eclipsed by haze.
Fire consumes the thicket
exposing blackened earth
A perfect bed prepared
expecting the new birth.
Old sequoia smolders
Its pulse begins to pound.
Dozens of roasted cones
Shed their seeds to the ground.
Nurtured by rain and sun
Unseen by human eyes,
Pushing up from the ashes
Tender seedlings rise.
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