Surviving
A lightning strike
and the plains are on fire
a herd of gazelle flees together
all in one motion
leaving nothing behind but flames
smoke drifts across the blackened dirt
slowly new shoots emerge
green feathers of a phoenix on the rise.
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Great closing image!
I really like the imagery you conjured here
Earth as phoenix is enchanting. Good poem!