Nascence

WRITTEN BY MARIA YSABELLA Y. GONZALES

All beginnings begin with an end, and all endings end with a beginning; each one bearing a promise and unwavering trust in what’s coming.

In a future from that day forth, in forests filled with pine trees in the north:

There lies serotinous cones ever waiting to bloom, fearing the risk of death when born too soon. Emerging at the first sign of warmth and light, searching for survivors at the end of the fight.

They preserve and nourish life in patience, and mightily flourish in its unsettling absence. Covered by the shadows of their ancestors no more –their wings have grown; they are ready to soar.

For as the forests had once burned with raging fires, sentenced by nature like witches on a pyre, their seeds have fallen, they are stagnant no longer, as they rise from their ashes, a million times stronger.