fire and earth

After a fire rages, roars and burns
Through the vast forests and brings an end to
The beauty that mother earth worked hard to
Cultivate... She does not rage or roar like
The fire once did. No, instead she waits.
She waits. She works. She persists. And one day,
It all comes back, much better than before.

When the fire raged and roared and burned me,
However, I thought that I too would rise
Once more, much better than I was before.

But I did not. I am not like the earth.
I became the fire that destroyed me.
A barren wasteland, with only anger.