This is life.

First the leaves rustle,

gentle with the promise

of more to come. Then

a crow calls lifting itself

above the boughs and rustling

leaves. On the covered ground

animals scurry into hiding or

flee across the way. Orange and

red blazes through, leaving

smoldering black in its wake.

Finally the sky turns gray and the

rain drops down. The earth hisses and

steams. Then, the green begins to grow.

Life begins again.