My Tiny Tales:Fire and Light

A little spark was all that was needed, the forest fire came alive. 

The forest fire grew afar, eating everything that came in sight.

The land became desolate, all the sights turned to ashes.

The fire grew in attitude, looking for some new challenges.

He was the forest fire, destined to be with lightning. 

The flirting with the thunderstorm was what made him feel alive.

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