Forrest Fire

For all my friends in the darkness...

Fear not for the absence of light is beautiful.

The deepest darkest places are where beauty is born and strength is formed.

In the essence of slumber there is a storm a brewing

in the loneliness of the storm there is rain to feed the flowers

in the depths of the cave there is a hibernation of an organism reminiscing the thoughts of the years past.

See for without pain there is no growth.

It takes the ripping down and destruction of what is in order for the birth of what may be

to take place.