Trailblazing

It glistens, It flutters, and silences. Overcome with power, climbing the hills. Riding like tides, flaunting its furious reds. It leads the way, only to paint, and leave a barren black. It engulfs the treaded paths and freelancing trees, destroying mercilessly as it please. Burning, crunching, sizzling making way for new life to sprout and to cherish and later on thrive. So let them grow after give them some time give them some silence and room. Come back in years and we can see. The greens hug the hills, fawns out to dine, scuttling around the stream. Beauty for all to enjoy as it is; still flourishing, glistening, and silencing to our mind.