The spirit of fire
It burns softly, yet warms the soul,
A tiny spark can take its toll.
It lights the night, pierces the gloom,
Dances boldly, chases the doom.
A whisper first, then roaring flame,
Alive with power, never the same.
Touch with care, respect its might,
It teaches lessons in its light.
From kindling small to towering blaze,
It weaves through darkness, sets hearts ablaze.
Crackling secrets, it speaks in heat,
A language of danger, yet bittersweet.
It curls and twists, a living art,
Consuming wood, yet sparking heart.
Shadow and glow in constant fight,
A mirror of courage, fear, and light.
It hums old tales of sun and sky,
Of forests deep and sparks that fly.
It warms the hands of those who dare,
And warns the ones unready to care.
So watch it close, yet do not bind,
Its spirit is free, untamed, aligned.
A force of nature, wild, inspired,
Forever restless, forever fire.