Where is the seed
Of the tree felled,
Of the forest burned,

Or living root 
Under ash and cinders?
From woven bud

What last leaf strives
Into life, last 
shriveled flower?

Is fruit of our harvest,
Our long labor
Dust to the core?

To what far, fair land
Borne on the wind
What winged seed

Or spark of fire
From holocaust
To kindle a star?