The Bush Fights Back

For there once was a forest that sways quiet and free. Where pines piece the sky, sparkling with dew. Rivers and creeks rush like giant firehoses that twinkle with glee. Vines scramble ever so slowly up tall trees, untill there was no more. Raging flames flutter like ballet dancers. Young tree saplings fall to ash. As for creatures, spend months in vain. The forest may not exist one more day, with soil to dust. Nature once made itself, and now it's destroying it. For when was it cruel and actually deserved pain? As it seemed to only create a sacrifice for itself. Slowly trees began to sprout with each rainfall, and soon touched the blue sky. Animals returned once more and people hoped that this would never happen again, forever.