Sarsaparilla Alphabet #6

F - FIRE

The fire grew amongst the wildfire. It spread across the forest and it climbed the trees until it kissed the sky. And while the forest lit up and glowed brighter than the sun, there was no smoke. It still acted like a normal fire, in that its flames flickered and sparked, it spread from limb to limb, and it consumed the homes of every animal. But that vile, choking black, that poisonous disease of destruction was nowhere to be seen in the violet sky. By morning, the forest was gone and the sun shone down on the plains, which was soon overtaken, hours later, by a hard rain. The lightning crackled and spat across the storm's canvas as the water painted a battlefield. When the regiments went home, the defeated sun returned to survey the damage and found only seeds and mud. But oh! did those seeds find a home amongst the muck. Despite being surrounded by sludge, the seeds germinated and began taking root before, one perfectly sprightly day, the white threads of life poked towards their life-bringer. The plains began to resemble a brand-new baby's head and, before long, the long, luscious locks burst forth. It wasn't long before insects found new food where there had been none and birds and mammals found homes in the new lofts and dens. When the forest was destroyed next, however, the fire was nowhere to be found, but it was smoke that now permeated the air.