I gave a flame to the leaves, and watched it caress the branch. It burned through the hard green candy, and fed its addiction with the peeling bark.
I couldn't understand how something could look so enticing, yet use its power to mute the most grounded of screams. Nature was a ****** and a murderer. It replenished and destroyed.
The flame vanquished the poor shrub, Eating away the hope of ever growing, and I realized; We lived by nature, we lived for nature. We are nature and nature is us.
We destroy ourselves with our combustible flames, melting our bodies like wax candles in a wooden cabin.