The Fire

The fire

Warm

Bright

Comforting like a blanket

Wrapped around lonely shoulders

The fire has a life of its own

It sings

Dances

Crackles with laughter

Believing in happiness

A woman will come

Once every full moon

To sit by the fire

Make it her home

As a gift, the women gives gasoline

The fire can’t help but surge

With the desire to burn the forest down

It knows it can jump from tree to tree

Showing its power, its strength

Causing destruction in its wake

It wants to call the rain

Ask the storms to come and play

feel the wind give it life to breathe

To keep burning everything

Let the rain come

Its strong enough

wet wood will still burn

Show everything that they cannot

stop the destruction

Yet, the storms see it

And the rains come

The forest does not burn

But leaves the fire

In ashes

Embers

Barely still alive

The woman brings dry wood

So the fire may burn as if she never came

And leaves

Promising to return again