A wildfire spreads across the land in all directions and seems to have directionless pattern. The fire twists and turns, finding more fuel to the fire. It rages, in silence, in chaos, in darkness, and in light. Its determination is not wavered; it engulfs all in its path, only adding fuel to the fire. The burn is deepened, colorful, a blaze, unstoppable at times. The wildfire came from humble beginnings, a small stitch of friction, unacknowledged, forgotten, overlooked in a vast forest. A small spark of desire, among a world filled with bigger fires of more importance. Keep thy eye off the overlooked and soon it becomes a storm of destruction. Can’t help but notice the immense wildfire that is cast across acres of land. It grew in silence, unnoticed, unappreciated and yet it didn’t change the outcome. The fire rages on and on. Responders can do little against such a big flame, the only chance is to contain and deprive the fuel. What was once a trivial task, that a boot or bucket of water would have sufficed to extinguish a small spark of light. Grew to unimaginable heights that was only possible, when it was given time. The start sparked the first light and was sustained by its environment. It blazed so bright, it was without doubt the largest wildfire in sight, for miles and miles.
It only requires time, patience, a supporting environment and a small spark.
The wildfire so bright, so beautiful, so blithe, and so beaming with light.
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