Wind and Fire

Fire starts only as an ember A harmless little ember It is created by a light breeze. The more the ember sees the breeze The hotter the ember becomes Eventually this harmless little ember Will grow into a Fire The Fire can keep you warm But it can also burn you The Fire is kept alive By the gentle gusts of the Wind. Soon these gentle gusts turn into veracious Winds. The Wind stirs the Fire up Until it becomes a raging Inferno The Inferno burns for all to see With no boundaries. If the Wind ever dies So will the fire Left behind is but an ember Waiting to be rekindled By another gentle breeze And one day it can grow Again.