Fire

Fire burns the forrest, the trees, life, whatever it can reach

It sucks the oxygen and spreads death without a thought, it feeds its lust without a care

What it leaves behind is ash, the skeleton of what once held life, energy and love

When the fire burns all it can touch it burns out without any cares, it has served its purpose

The destruction it has left is alone, all is silent, from the ash the forrest, trees and life must cling together and pick up whats left of its roots and try to regain the strength and beauty it once had

It once stood tall and alone, now its ashes mean nothing to that which once called it breathtaking

Breathtaking to the fire which eagerly sought something to burn and destroy

Now, its job done it leaves strength and beauty to smolder in pain in its aftermath

The forrest re-grows slowly but always bears the scars of the fire

Fire is a man