A Dance of Fire

Hungrily it devours,

It prances through the forest

Untamed and free

Spreading it’s cruel fury.


Dancing, it reaches,

Caresses the sky.

It’s flickering blaze a graceful ballet,

Enchanting and dangerous.


Warm and cozy,

The embers glow in quiet resignation.

Soon they will grow cold,

But for now, the gentle wind breathes life to the dying flames

The dancers emerge for the final curtain call

This poem is about: 
Our world


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