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Poem: The Awakening of a New Earth

 #vssfantasy word prompt: awakening

After the long winter, the land revived itself for spring. The ice loosened its grip, melted and soaked the parched ground. Fresh water diluted the poisons in the rivers. The fish slowly left their deep caves and hidden coves. As the currents carried the healing to far shores, the earth responded in kind.

The awakening involved a burst of new growth on the trees. Winds swept away the shriveled leaves and made room for the green. Seeds exploded in the air, to land in the cradle of brown soil. It took generation after generation, but the fruit regained its taste and color. The flowers burst from the ground and turned towards the sun. 

Then the birds returned from distant lands. They made their nests in the boughs of the young trees. Now they found food aplenty for their chicks. The hierarchy re-established itself, predator and prey, survival of the fittest.The weak died out, the strong survived to see another day. Life returned and even flourished better than ever. 

This was the normal cycle of life on any planet in the universe, but this time was different. This time felt different. Nature was recovering after a long sleep, with one critical change.

This time, it was unhindered by the folly of Man.

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