The old growth gives way to young
In a space where there was a burn.
Clearings are no accident.
By natural law, species push ahead, overcome, find new spaces to flourish, travel on wind or beast; take hold again, fall apart, crumble well.
The way is clear and, as quickly as all that, obscured.
So seize your wings, find your trail.
You are never lost completely: only once in a while unsure of your direction.
NOW! TODAY!
Go back again to the place where the burn has left a scar.
Fly with me to the river, swim with me to the shore, climb cliffs, send up a signal, tendrils and vines. There will be room for us all to send our roots out across that meadow.
There is a home for every bloom and blossom;
Every dandelion connected to every other by this web underground.
Adam G. Fleming 
My favorite part:
Go back again to the place where the burn has left a scar.
As one who has many physical scars the line above resonated with me. When fresh the scars were physical and often painful reminders of my undoing as I knew it. A physical presence that I was wounded and mortal. Even still while they were fresh I had to daily decide on how I was going to react and feel about those scars and all the emotions they encapsulated in mind. I had to return to the scar and make a decision. Returning to the scar could have sent me deeper into depression or it could fuel my fire to be a rising phoenix from the “burn” that caused that scar. I chose to let the scar fuel me, but even now as the scar’s fresh vermillion tint has faded to natural pink, the choice is one I have to return to. Perhaps I don’t return to it on a daily basis as I once did, thank God, but I can never fully escape it. Therefore I chose to let it be my motivation to improve, to overcome.
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gret comments, thank you. I’m honored to be your friend.
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