Fire: A Poem

A fire brushed through the brush
It streaked though the creek
And it smashed through the field
It destroyed things in it's way
And it continued this way
Pulling through the night
Burning more than just bright
It left a little line of ash
As it went past
And from this ash
The ground was scorched
Maybe even scarred
Then a partial piece of plant
Pushed up to see the sun
The burns protected the ground from disease
And the following year
The only thing that grew
Was in the streak here
Life continued from the destruction
Creating a contradiction
Of construction
To build
You must break
To mend
You must first ache