Fire

a r~a~g~i~n~g beast that r~o~a~r~e~d loud through dry grasslands e~m~b~l~a~z~o~n~e~d just like sunlight rays in forested ~s~e~a~s~ a glowing friend who radiates love's embrace a relentless enemy that rides on a wild horse a beacon of hope that beams brilliant stories for darkness to gleam and for b.r.i.g.h.t.n.e.s.s to awaken a fierce warrior who pierces the dark night unscathed yet still consumes the trees whole in its vastness, water bows the golden orange-red glove worn by darkness when sojourning through a borderless furnace yet b~u~r~n~i~n~g—like blue b.l.a.z.e.s it still cooks the meals that kitchens conjure and still b~u~r~n~s grubs to a-s-h-e-s when eyes s~l~e~e~p and noses go on vacation we kneel for it to conflagrate better as a friend than to stir with eyes as s.c.a.r.y as being trapped in a dark tunnel— but in life's sojourn, we can't but still welcome its f.i.e.r.y flavors...