Mother Nature's Birth Pains

The wind blows the dark clouds over the forest.
Thunder rolls through the sky as the lightning strikes an old dry tree, and it starts to burn.

The wind's sweet breath turns into a furious wail.
It feeds the fire that begins to roar in it's rage.

The animals smell the smoke, and flee for their lives. Jumping,Flying, or crawling, they do what they can to survive.

The flames reach out it's fingers to touch each leaf and twig.
It feeds on the wind's fury and the dry brittle forest, as it spreads, and consumes all it touches.

The clouds feel left out, and so they start to weep.
It starts out with only a few tears, that quickly become an uncontrolable downpour of sobs.

The thunder rumbles & shakes the ground showing it's discontent.

As the clouds pour forth their tears, it soaks the trees & ground &
everything in it's path.

The fire's rage simmers down until it is just smoldering embers on the ground.

After the the ground is soaked and the fire gone, the wind blows the clouds away.

The sun shows it's shinning face down on the scard, burnt earth.

Through the ashes of the death of the trees, the forest becomes renewed as the cycle of life starts over again.

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