War of Fire and Wind

There is a war being fought,

Ranging across the land.

Two uncontrollable forces

Fighting hand-to-hand.

A single spark went astray

Drifting where it naught.

To a forest full of life

Where the trees were caught.

Relentlessly burning homes,

Desecrating the  wood.

Feeding off all in it's path,

Sparing nothing good.

"I bring warmth! I am so powerful!

I elucidate!"

The fire grows as it feeds

Itself with delusional glorious fate.

As the smoke rises up,

Polluting the atmosphere,

The east wind runs aground,

Brooding as it draws near.

This other force of nature,

Angered by flaming vanity,

Has come to salvage life,

And avenge every tree.

But the fire only spreads,

Rising and consuming breath.

Glowing with glowering pride,

Flames licking up the death.

"I am greater than you!"

The fire arrogantly bet.

In reply the wind whispered,

"I will stop you yet."

The battle rages on,

In a swirling mass of fury.

The fire burns the bridges,

The wind continues to hurry

The flame pollutes the air,

With smoggy, toxic stench.

But it cannot stop the wind,

From bringing rain to quench.

In tempestuous passion

The wind forgets the joy of a sun ray,

Gathering clouds and darkness crying,

"This is the only way!"

When fire is pushed too far,

And wind will not forgive,

The Father must intervene

So that a reason is left to live.