It started off so small and simple,
just a little spark on a bush.
But a spark is like a baby,
It will grow up and get bigger.
It will learn new things to rise.
That spark will start to turn into a flame,
and it will start to be a fire.
The child gets help from its parents
who will sway its decisions.
Like the wind swaying that fire,
to different positions.
The child will make mistakes in its life,
and do some damage too.
But the child also has a chance to give life,
just like this spark in the bush.
The fire red and ragged,
rages through the forest.
As the wind howls through the smokey night,
the fire burns on,
engulfing all in its sight.
The fire clears the brush,
and it also leaves a path for new life,
It can let the sun peak through the forest,
and give energy to plants on the floor.
But again much like the child,
the spark that grew to flame,
the flame that grew to fire,
the fire's time must end in the world.
And that spark dies out.
But everyone leaves an impact on society,
good or bad,
that child included.
And like that child,
the fire has changed the environment around it.
I know this poem reads kind of weird, but I did very little editing. I kind of just started with an idea and started typing it. Hope you like it!