Life is like
Trees cuz it burns to the
Ground if the smallest of sparks and
Dry weather compound and ignite to make flames
That can eat life alive and send columns of smoke upwards
Into the sky. And though flames tear ‘em down, and the
Sight isn’t pretty, trees to ash on the ground, a new
Life is ready, to grow from the soil that
Harbors the seeds
Flames may
Be destructive
But there
Will always
Be trees
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