This manmade calamity, we are tottering on the brink.
Failing, sliding, out of control, on a torturous ice rink.
Toxicity all around us, pelting acid rain burns our eyes.
Rotting coagulation of harm, death pours from the skies.

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From the ashes of destruction grows the Storm Flower.
A rebuttal to complete devastation, a singular power.
When all around is morbidly cursed, here is new life.
Colourful petals unfurl against the backdrop of strife.

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Rare specimen, beautiful, vivid colours, intoxicating hues.
Roots grasping the broken, growth is breaking the news.
That in the end, after hope’s all but gone, after destruction.
Irrepressible life will march on, oh, what sweet seduction.