The embers never fell again. The earth flourished and grew. I never told anyone what I had done. I didn't want to, for reasons I cannot explain. Maybe because I didn't want to frighten them, or because they would think I was insane, I don't know. I keep the knowledge to myself. I think about it often. Sometimes, when the wind sighs through the trees, and I sense something else, something different, I wonder if there our other world's out there. Other worlds that are dying. When a thunderstorm lashes out with fury, releasing the lightening and the rain, I see the beauty, and I appreciate. I will never take anything for granted again. I almost lost my planet, and I almost died. We all did, but I am the only one who knows. I know. I remember, I don't think I will ever forget.

Remember me If this ever happens to your planet. Appreciate your planet, care for it. Love it. See it. Feel it. Remember.

Remember what happens when the embers start falling…