Wildfire

A lit match and suddenly I was born,

I was nursed by the gentle winds, I grew, I consumed.
I took the deadened forest with me as I ran.

Well I ran from nothing at all.

In my wake I left nothing but destruction and ashes.

People saw nothing but evil but,

From my ashes raised new life.

I brought the needed destruction to bring forth hope.

As quickly as my warm life was born it was cut short.

My bright life extinguished and I died as soon as I was alive.

Leaving hope as I drifted into the darkness,

I am a wildfire.