Wildfire

Sometimes it takes a wildfire to release a seed

A sapling struggles upward, bends it's way toward the new opening

The gap, the impact of a large fallen tree

It could not survive the inferno of heat

Now it's sinking in the deep

Forest's wooden meat

Next stop the fungal weave

But we grow together, like a forest entwines

Movement below, roots gripping, alive

We grow together, generations combine

The more we love, the tighter we bind