Fire, fire of life that cooks food,

warms water to make tea.

Tea, tea for comfort and healing,

bringing people together in memory.

But fire, fire of death that burns,

and destroys the beautiful in this world,

a contradiction in itself; separating people in one life,

while bringing them together in another.

Fire, fire that can be both life and death,

comfort and destruction,

and bringing people together at the same time

separating them.

Such contradiction, but,

despite that, people control it,

or rather,

they think they do.

Fire, fire for camp and candle,

a light in the dark, a spark of hope.

But fire, fire that also burns everything to ashes,

and ashes that hide the sun,

and the sun that can burn dry ground,

making fires destroy all life.

Life, life that seems strong but,

stands no chance against the flames.