The Fire

When a person is affraid, fear runs through their body like wildfire 

It burns, and burns, until there is nothing left

Before the fire ran its course there were birds, rabbits, and deer 

It was a true paradise

A place of peace and beauty 

In only seconds what once was is now history, a thing of the past

But what most people don't know is that a fire had been here before

Before this paradise there was an old town

Before that there was blood shed

Before that there was a village of Native Americans 

And before that there was nothing more than grass

It's not fire that takes, it's the people who start them

The fire inspires 

The fire forges us