Fire.

Tearing through my wilderness like savages, the wild fire inside my heart refuses to subside; spreading like disease, as spectators watch amazed, helplessly, awestruck by the most ferocious element there is.  Dancing in the dark, like the deranged, painting the blue dusk night with violent reds, deep yellows and aggressive oranges.  Devouring everything in sight, reducing my beauty to little more than mountains of ash and embers.  Happy to have made it out unscathed yet distraught to have to start over, again, planting trees and recreating nature from scratch.  Inside, the prospect of starting anew is almost exciting now that I have survived the worst.  Granted an opportunity to start over, a second chance to right all my wrongs and undo my mistakes.  A brand new beginning complete with a newer, improved version of me.  Putting my best foot forward, I leave my old life behind as I step over the remnants of the destruction that made me not only resume, but restart, with a renewed outlook all that truly matters.  Stripped away like bark from the trees that were reduced to dirt, my ego ceased to exist upon coming face to face with God.  The universe always returns what it takes in the circle of life, whether immediately apparent or just below the surface, it does its part to ease our tensions with its knife.  Having once believed I lost it all in the fire I failed to see that I was spared, focusing blindly on impermanent things resulted in staying unaware.  It was not until I rejoiced at being given another go, that I was not able to be free from my vicious, selfish ego.  Burn baby burn, heal me with your heat from the inside out, sear the pages of my past, erase them, renewing my spirit and zest for life, and saving me from my drought.