In the hush of night, the storm of ash descends
A dark veil cast upon the land
A haunting dance of shadows and light
As fiery embers paint the sky by hand
The air thick with whispers of ancient tales
Of civilizations turned to dust
Their echoes linger in the smoky haze
Their memories lost, their legacy unjust
The ash, like tears of a grieving soul
Settles upon a world in mourning
A silent witness to destruction's toll
A symphony of chaos, never-ending
Each flake a fragment of what once was
Scattered by the winds of fate
A reminder of the fragility of life
In the aftermath of nature's angry state
But amidst the devastation and despair
A seed of hope takes root and grows
Through the storm of ash, a new dawn breaks
A chance for rebirth, a chance to compose
In the ashes, there lies a silent strength
A resilience that defies the night
A poetry of survival, written in the dust
A testament to the power of the light
