With friction, its life begins

Starting as a weak spark

Barely surviving the smallest strokes of wind.

It is an infant.

It’s nothing compared to the towering trees.

So famished and weak.

Reaching out to anything it can grab,

It pulls itself up.  

Extending into the woods.

Higher,

Wider,

Further.

It swallows more and more of its surroundings.

Growing.

First the flames swallow the roots,

Then the trunks.

Getting taller and taller,

Until it absorbs the leaves with its luminous breath.

Heat spreads like a disease,

Smog is released into the air,

And vibrant orange is glowing more than ever before.

But it’s never enough.

It’s never been so powerful,

Yet it’s still so hungry.

So it continues to eat the world around it

 With a hunger impossible to quell.