The Tiny Ember

Once Upon a Time, there was a tiny ember. Every day, for as long as it could remember, it would float and fly above the parched desert floor, happy as it could be. One day, a small breeze carried it over to some dry grass. Because of that, the small ember ate the dry grass grew. Because of that, what started as a small ember grew to magnificent heights, consuming everything in its path. Until finally, the small ember consumed the entire valley, and then died.