[Poetry] Fire

From depths of Earth to skies of flame,
fire’s dance—a force that claims.
With fury’s touch, a primal art,
creating and destroying, playing its part.

From embers born, a spark so small,
a beacon of light dispelling night’s pall.
In hearths and homes, it warmly glows,
a symbol of love, where hope bestows.

Bonfires blaze like summer suns,
whispering tales, their shadows spun.
Molten lava, coursing deep,
shapeshifting mountains, secrets they keep.

Volcanoes erupt, their fury unleashed,
nature’s artistry, a scene bequeathed.
Firelight dances, casting a spell,
on winter’s eve, beneath the gable’s swell.

Passion ignites, hearts ablaze,
love’s flame forever it paves.
A path of devotion, ever bright,
guiding souls through the darkest night.

Yet uncontrolled, fire’s wrath untamed,
ravages landscapes, a path of flame.
Fueled by anger or greed’s dark tide,
it consumes all, with merciless stride.

The dance continues, ever so bold,
unquenchable spirit, stories to unfold.
We marvel at fire’s power grand,
yet heed its warning, lest it command.

For fire is an element, wild and free,
to be respected, not carelessly tied to the knee.
Its beauty and brilliance, we must adore,
yet recognize its danger, evermore.

Cherish this ancient friend with grace and care,
for its power transcends, beyond compare.
Where fire exists, life also thrives,
a testament to its power that never dies.