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.
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