Perfectionist Rehab

The sky is ochre, thoughts of rain,

Thunder, lighting, clean and plain.

News rarely followed,

Reports are hollow,

Conclusions drawn from experience,

Rarely tainted – popular interference,

Surprised by the cause,

Of the greenish light giving pause,

Casual remarks of the reason why –

Acrid smoke coating the sky.

Lichen marks today,

In many sorts of ways,

Signs of rot,

Havoc wrought,

Pristine plume,

Decay consumes,

Protective structure,

Conduct lecture.

Fungi exists to convert toxic ground,

Into nourishment for those around.

The first plant that grows after a fire,

Are flowers.