That night it seemed the whole world was burning. Homes of all kinds bruned. Down fell the trees, the buildings, the city. Everything, reduced to ashes. People cried in the streets as they watched their homes burn, birds fled to the sky and witnessed the falling of their nests. Tears formed rivers and flooded the fire, but they only fuled its destruction. The world burned, on no one could stop it.

Yet somehow the fire died down. The flames grew smaller, until they where only glowing embers in a charred street. And somehow, in the weeks following, sprouts of green emerged from the ashes. Animals burrowed new holes, birds built new nests. People retuned to their city and began to clean the ashes and charred rubble. How? You may ask. How does life move on after such tragedy? Well, it seems that that’s just the way of all living things. We all have such a strong instinct to survive, to continue on, that we somehow preserve though it all. We somehow build a new world from the ashes of the old.

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I was kinda tempted to add “If only we could learn to build bridges too”, but I figured that the whole story had ended on a more positive note, so why ruin it? Anyway, hope you liked this, thanks for reading!!!❤️❤️❤️