Green Or Black? Poem by Angelic Warrior

Life is beautiful
and it can pass in the blink of an eye.
It always seems that the bad times
slow to a crawl.
The good,
fly by at the speed of light.
In the end it always seems short,
not long enough.
But endings have meaning,
new beginnings and chances for change.
An inferno burns through a forest, burning all,
from the ashes emerges seedlings.
You are given a life,
the chance to do something good in this world.
So will you leave thick rubble, or a wholesome forest floor,
for future generations?