Poem - The Fire
They dance before my eyes
leaping, twirling
in rhythm sink and rise
changing, swirling
Warming hand and finger
brightening, glowing
old and young both linger
melting, flowing
Tendrils reach to sky
twisting, soaring
flames yearning to fly
crackling, roaring
Homey comforts give
heating, lighting
teaching Man to live
gathering, uniting
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