A carelessly placed cigarette butt in a desolate forest.
The embers glow from beneath dried leaves and twigs.
They soon grow like baby birds kicked out of the next for the first time.
They spread their wings and fly, wandering in every direction,
searching and devouring everythin in their path.
The trees die from their burning touch, and fall to the ground as cindered corpses.
Squirrels and rabbits run for their lives.
Some do not make it.
The sky is blocked out in a sea of black as hell rains on earth.
Eventually, as all things must do, the fires die.
They leave behind a scorched wasteland.
Nothing is left except burnt remains,
and a single sapling sprouting from the ground.
Elijah Frost Community Member 
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