A Rose from the Dead - Botanist

War-torn land

Desolation

Floral slaughter

Desecration

Ruin as far as the eye can see

From the deathfield

Solitary entity blooms

Up from the wasteplains

A rose from the dead

Spreading its roots farther

Strengthening hold

Biding its time

Till flora reigns supreme

One day, the turn will be theirs

Downfall of the human filth

Careless suicide, murder malign

Their end shall mark a new era

The age of the Verdant Realm

Upon the grave of mankind my flowers will grow

Tear shed only for the loss of the verdurous

Monolith marking the passing

Of an age of waste

And the arrival of a budding dawn