burn

The fire burns the forest. The forest burns like a raging devil who lost on poker night. The ashes float into the innocent air, mocking the breathes humans take. The once green as money forest has turned into the paper colored on by a black marker look. Then out of the ashes of the old forest, a new forest starts to sprot. The ways of nature are in full swing. Yet we prevent it at all cost. The old forests get older, and new forests cant grow.

A person gets old and we stick'em in a nursing home to rot like the forests we have put under fire suppresion. We take meds to make us last longer. We dont care if our eyesights gone, we cant hear worth shit and we have some heart problems. As long as we prevent death everythings better. People were meant to die. We were supposed to live our natural lives then die.

Look at nature for example. When forests get burned naturally, they burn everything. This opens up everything for what needs to come up. It refreshes itself and cleans up its mess. We want the trees to look green and not black. We want, we want, we want.

Let us die like we were supposed to. Let nature do what it is always doing and refresh us. Let the new genereations come and go.