Title: Scorched Earth
Author: Jay of Lasgalen
Disclaimer: Tolkien’s, not mine.
Notes: Written for the ‘Earth’ challenge.
This part of the forest was burnt to the ground, and the stench of burning lingers in the air. The soil is barren, bare; rising in a cloud of black dust as I work.
I feel the destruction of the trees in my heart, their suffering as a physical pain. Yet still I work; digging, planting, watering, tending; so that the forest may grow again.
I turn to the last scorched patch of earth, and stop in awe. A shoot of green is growing – unplanted, unwatered, untended, but growing nonetheless.
It is a sign. Though all seems lost, life remains.