Bush Berries

The match was lit. Fire then spread. It burnt the bush. Covered in red.

Green to black. Covered the sky. The berries burnt. The animals died.

Trees fell. The water was gone. Earth turned to tar. The fire roared on.

Fire died. The skies cleared. Wind wailed. Then plants appeared.

The rain it poured. Trees grew. The wind blew seeds. And saplings too.

Flowers appeared. And bushes as well. Green blocked the sky. Trees mountain high.

The ground turned green. Bush berries thrived. The sky was blue. Filled with birds and butterflies.

Then a human came. She ventured the forest. Climbed the trees. Picked the flowers filled with bees. 

She brought a match. And lit it with ease. Not a second wasted. It dropped to the breeze.

She watched the fire spread. She burnt to the ground. Her ashes flew. Ambers spread all around.

The fire vanished. A seed was left. In place of her. In peace at final rest.

A tree grew. Her name etched in the trunk. Fiery red. Dead and blunt.