After darkness, there will be light 

Beneath the ash, green will fight 

A conflict about ash 

A conflict growth

 

Out of dust, goodness will grow

After a fight there, will be light 

What’s broken must be fixed

A metamorphosis of green 

Like a blooming of greenery 

 

After the war 

Green will soar

Across the waving wildflowers 

 

From dust, life blossoms, free and bright.