Empty Place

• Loryn Savoia, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2007

The fires have ceased,
But all is black.
Totally burnt,
With an emerald lack.

But after a while,
Things start to grow.
Things push up,
They start to show.

All walks are closed,
Things are unsafe.
It is a time of danger,
It is an empty place.

But finally things open,
All plants are green.
No threat looms,
As the birds preen.