Covered in ash
Made mud by the rain
Palms upturned
Eyes uplifted
Mouth open in a soundless prayer
She lets the water run over her
Cleansing her
Renewing her
Forever will the land carry the scars of the drought
But eventually the grass will grow
The ash of the fire will nourish
And from the ground a new landscape will emerge
Different
Yet beautiful
Changed
And reborn
