A premise

A bird lands on a mound of dirt and pecks at a few bugs. Then lays down and dies. Melting downward into the dirt it was once pecking at. The bird becomes the dirt and a green bulb grows from the dirt upward out of the door. Growing quickly, it becomes tall, a foot high, twice the size of the bird before it when it landed. The plant blossoms into a flower and opens up into the sun. It's petals withering quickly and dropping down into faded shards of itself. The petals on the dirt below pair up with help from the breeze, and lift up, fluttering, into butterflies. Yellow orange and red butterflies. All fluttering away till they land on some grass at the edge of a prairie. When they land, the grass erupts into flames. The once green grass now whipping into yellow waves. The waves melding together, covering the entire prairie till it's a lake of fire. The waves slow, threatening the treeline but all the flames leap up into yellow birds, each taking a direction, spoking outward on their small wings, leaving the prairie a blackened bruise on the earth.