The Forest

The forest covered in a blanket of smoke, the trees now charcoal. Blinding wildfire. Flames consuming the forest. Trees crashing down with smoke and flames. Ribbons of fire and embers flying in the night. By morning. The forest is no more than ashes and charcoal. By time the forest shall bloom once more animals grazing through the grass. Flowers grow, trees sprout. Abundance of all life thriving through the forest.