Fire’s Conclusion, Fire’s Edge.

Fire. 

Jumping from one tree to another.

An abyss…

Then, a helicopter, high above, floating like a peaceful dove.

Splash! A flood of water. Swelling through the raging inferno.

Silence.

Pure silence.

Fire alight, fueled with spite now singeing bark wound uptight.

Many months later, 22 weeks for the Forest to become greater and back on its feet.

Plants, growing, growing birds, crowing, knowing.

Grasses so green like emerald ravines, unknown to man, fleeing the scene.

After years of regeneration, through all the states and all the nations.

Life, Life, no pain of strife. From fire ablaze to blooming sugar canes.