Fire

A Poem

Fire dancing in the fire pit,

who knew it would be such a fit,
for me.

It moves, it dances
with the wind…
It knows no other but to blend,
with the environment it is in.

It gives warmth,
It gives light,
To my very delight.

Fire doesn’t just warm my hands, toes, and nose.
But it warms my very soul.
It sparkles, twinkles
& moves all around -
til its bound
to extinguish to the
ground.

A good thing always comes to an end -
Fire, until we meet again.

Until Next Time,
Tiffany