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Embers of Renewal

As winds shift whispers through the trees, Old tales of flames give way to ease. From ash to bloom, a dance of fate, The earth rejuvenates, a chance to wait. In valleys green where shadows play, New life emerges from the fray. With each bright spark, a lesson learned, In nature's cycle, hope returned.

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Embers of Renewal