The Fire

Dropping off of the trees onto the forest floor,
the seed of life becomes once more,
it sprouts and grows and reaches toward the light,
it thickens and becomes a rigid landmark for journeys embarked,
it seems like forever it stands apart,
growing even more throughout the seasons,
passing by the time by reaching out to the sky,
the air was calm and the sky was blue,
but off in the distance a gray cloud grew,
after hundreds of years of standing it's ground,
it needs to run or only ashes will be found,
off in the distance which is getting near,
a bright orange hue is fire it fears,
feeling the heat throughout its limbs,
just watching and waiting until it begins,
it's getting closer it can smell the end,
it cannot move just stay and defend,
It reaches the base of the once mighty marker,
it's bark is charring and the sky is getting darker,
the sap is popping and bubbling and crackling,
then a loud thunderous noise is heard in the far,
the droplets of life are coming it sees,
and now is the feeling of a cooling wet breeze,
the smoke is subsiding and the heat it is dull,
for the clouds that bring life are endlessly full,
its hitting the leaves and hammering the flames,
the rain has been falling for hours clouds drained,
mother nature has come to protect it's forest greens,
and now for the cycle it's time to resume,
one-hundred more years is good to presume...