Casting a light so sweet,
Innocent and pure;
A symbol of newness.
It consumes it’s prey quickly
And without thought;
A symbol of destruction.
Adapting to nature’s conditions,
As a being with a soul;
A symbol of life.
It leaves nothing but a pile
Of smouldering ashes.;
A symbol of death.
It’s intensity, the path it follows,
And the direction it chooses;
A symbol of change.
It is different, unique, something
That has no equal;
A symbol of you.
This poem is dedicated to Aaron, a friend of mine, he asked me to write a poem about fire, so I did. I think I could have done much better.