a wildfire wipes destruction across a land,
slowly but surely the land sprouts with new life
these wildfires may happen many times,
but before the sprouts come in,
it will all be calm for a minute,
the world will stop spinning,
the memories will leave for these sixty seconds,
the thoughts will leave my brain,
the feelings from my heart are still,
no thoughts,
no hurt,
no tears,
my still sixty seconds