And then all at once, it happened.

It was on fire.

The woods had been burnt too the ground. No man-made idea could have dreamed to stop it. Although everybody tried.

Every person that could see the smoke had tried in their own way to stop it.

The crop dusters filled their tanks with water and swooshed over the living flames.

It had no effect.

People grew anxious.

The firemen shot everything they had at it, using every tool in their disposal trying to control the firey beast.

It had no effect.

People grew scared.

Towns people brought bucket after bucket of sand and water trying to smother the flickering tongues of heat.

It had no effect.

People grew terrified.

And then, all at once.

Like a god from the sky squeezed it between his thumb and forefinger, the fire just lost its breath.

The smoke twirling up into the sky, signaling victory to all who could see.

It was over.

We could breathe once more.

Our fear forgotten, we plant more trees in the cinder.

Letting them grow and flourish.

Until the next beast comes.