Forest FIre

Started by the smallest spark On the driest day Kindled by the wind The starting of a flame Consuming the tree bark Burning viciously they say Spreading by the wind Only looking to maim The land eventually goes dark The fire burned where it may Pushed away by the wind The land now tamed Life grows back under the scares and marks Dark giving way to the day Dies does the wind It is not always a shame Is our lives not the same? Moods changing like the winds What all the people say Our lives are not always dark We can learn from what is broken And grow again.