Somewhere there’s a forest fire. A little deer has lost its home. The familiar tree where a little squirrel hides his nuts has gone up in flames. A pretty wildflower who worked so hard to unfurl its leaves towards the sun is withered and scorched. The smoke rises in dark clouds over a landscape that once held life and serenity to so many creeping things. A bolt of unfortunate lightning. A cigarette butt. A too bright ray of sun on a piece of errant glass. And a landscape is changed forever.
Slowly life will be restored, but it will be different than it was. For a while, there will be nothing appealing to the eye. But to the ants first, there will be signs. Signs of Restoration. A little blade of grass. A small fir tree will sprout. A brave little wildflower will birth its lime green head through the parched earth.
There’s always Rebirth. It’s a Beautiful Thing.