Fireweed joy (Glädjefält)

Ur den brända marken växer en ros närd av aska.
Från vad som var härjande eld, förgängelse och
kallnad död gror hon och snart många i vida fält,
hon lyser som en Fågel Fenix, ren fröjd för ögat.
Se, vad som var kommer tillbaka, annorlunda.

On the burnt ground grows a rose nourished
by ashes. From what was ravaging fire, losses
and cold death she sprouts and soon many of
hers are spread in wide fields and they glows
like a Bird Fenix, a pure glee for your eye. See,
what once was will come back but differently.

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