First Light of the past

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In the wake of fire and flood, a tale to be told,

When our red brick realm was scarred, and spirits grown cold. Amidst the ruins and ashes, with courage unswayed, We glimpsed a newfound hope, as dawn's light gently played.

The great fire raged, a tempest of crimson and gold, A fury from the heavens, untamed and bold. It devoured our dreams, our labor and lore, But through the darkest night, a whisper, evermore.

The flood, a deluge, with tears from the sky, Washed away our past, where memories lie. In the embrace of sorrow, we sought higher ground, As we yearned for the solace that could once again be found.

But when the tempest's fury had run its course, And the waters began to recede, showing remorse, Amidst the rubble, like a phoenix's birth, We saw the first glimmer of hope, the promise of rebirth.

The sun's gentle rays, like a painter's soft brush, Illumined the remnants, through the morning's hush. In the midst of desolation, the world seemed to say, "Though scarred and battered, we'll find a brighter day."

As we beheld that light, for the first time, so clear, We felt a renewal, a purpose to persevere. For in the wake of destruction, in the face of despair, There emerged a strength, a resilience so rare.

From the depths of tragedy, we saw life's true grace, In the aftermath of chaos, we discovered our place. In the red brick realm, where we've been tried and tested, We saw the light, our hope rekindled, ever-rested.

So let us remember, in the face of despair, That even in the darkest times, there's a light somewhere. In the aftermath of chaos, there's a promise to find, A future of redemption for our hearts and minds.