War aftermath

 After the war, the silence falls,

No more the sound of battle calls.

No more the cannons roar and blaze,

No more the smoke obscures the gaze.

The scars of war are all around,

On buildings, fields, and burial grounds.

The wounded heal, the dead lay still,

Their memory remains, a bitter pill.

But from the ruins, life emerges,

Slowly, gently, with hopeful surges.

New homes are built, new crops are sown,

New friendships forged, new love is shown.

The human spirit, it prevails,

And in the aftermath, it never fails.

To rise again, from ashes, dust,

And build anew, in faith and trust.