Signs of Healing

Anger flared its wings, bright and burning, consuming thoughts with the rapid hunger of fire. And so it roared, vengeful, spitting past lips, a torrential flame. It burned its way outwards, seeking, reaching as far as it could.

Only then did time step forward with whispers of water that rose like the tide to slowly, slowly soothe away the destruction and pain. Left behind were charred remains, and the sprouting signs of healing.