A fire rages across the fields. It pours forth from angry mouths. It consumes everyone in its path… Then, like all fires, there soon comes a time when everything is thoroughly blackened. All is chaos and deprivation.

The heat dies down. Angry faces look for more victims but there is nothing further to consume.

Life pauses.

There remain hot spots underground. These are forgotten as the sky clears and seeds sprout through the ashes, pushing up green stems and leaves that search for sunlight.

The same people who were victims now grow back to full life as the diminishing hot spots simmer deeply under rocks.

Those who are inclined, clean up the mess.

The rest try to forget. And they do.