that which is growing

that which is green and growing does not burn in the fires of life.

 the smoke and the flame may singe.  but, they pass over the parts that are living.  consuming the dead and dried up, they move on.

 i left my garden in such a state last year.

 and now it is being consumed by flames.  i find it healing.  it was a good day.

 a box of matches.  a shovel.  loads of rest and happiness.  it's work...but a good kind of work.

 the green looks even greener next to the ash.

 the cheerful sign next to the old delphinium reminds me that life comes again after death.

and though i feel the heat sometimes, if i am growing, green, soft and willing, i will perhaps be a little wilted but not consumed.

what a glorious thing.  and great motivation to live.  to grow.  to perk up.  to not dry up and be as dead.  

in the flames, there is hope.  and beauty.  i love it.