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.