The Cleanse

A forest in its valley
Lives a thousand years
Until a wildfire catches
To burn and melt all fear

A town on the shore
Wild, untamed and free
Until a storm approaches
To grind it back to sea

A country with great potential
Sought through war and democracy
Until it grew too hungry
To police humanity

All nature in its place
Knows not its time
Until a space is carved
To wash away its debris