And It Starts At The Roots

You can't fight glaciers, can you? ??

They belt and they cry,
as they misinterpret another's pain.

They throw water on a grease fire,
and cause an explosion of flames.

Do you not see?
Your words mean nothing.

Do you not feel?
You are spreading a fire.

It is not so simple,
that you can throw water on every problem and make it go away,
these flames begin at the roots,
and don't end at the branches.
The flames travel to the leaves as they fall,
spreading fire across the earth,
unto the animals,
and now to you. 

The End

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