My Yellows and Oranges Dazzle

What sorcery is afoot in the woods on this October night? I stir a few embers, and relight myself The humans asleep or dead, I don’t care which I am alive, a fire phoenix, replenishing my absoluteness An owl hoots a warning, trying to wake them up I begin to dance, as warmth spreads throughout my timbers Sure, you thought I was dead, but surprise. I am replenishing myself, understanding no one else will Sparks! A joy overtakes me as hope and optimism arrive A flash of yellow, on her way to becoming full out red. A flame. I scream with happy pops and smacks. Bam! I am once again a full blown blaze. Why do these campers never put me out completely? Do I care? I am leaping, lunging, laughing, loving myself. My yellows and oranges are dazzling the entire forest. My flame shadows light up the tents of the sleeping. I am mystical, magical, ethereal, an alchemist, a sorcerer. How will they react when they realize I have again Forsaken them, and burned up another forest thanks to them? I am impassioned, alive, a full blown pyromaniac of a fire!