The Ai of the Storm

It was axed; and that tree did fall.

It was moved by the wind; and that body of water did wave.

It was plucked; and that Calla Lily did eventually die.

It was hidden; and that soul did wither.

It was in the sun; and that picture did yellow.

It was unsanded: and that wood did splinter.

It was untreated; and that mahogany no longer shone. 

It was cut; and that body did bleed.

Profusely 

Until there was nothing left.

And then...

Something new and beautiful grew.

Life.

Anew.