You say* your life is a fire that started with a single flame ignited from your fingertips,
Spreading fast to no end.

You say this fire is spiraling out of control,
Devouring all of your assets along with it.

You say you're the burning ember in the center of this downfall,
Becoming smaller and smaller until you are no longer visible.

But my dear, I promise you, your life is no fire and you are no burning ember.

You are the flame becoming strong,
You are the flame quite visible,
You are the flame who has all she needs.
You just have yet to notice.

Behold,
The embers of the sky,
Telling myths, a winters night,
Winds blowing, trees bowing,
Often, they whispered a voice,
Warming toes, a freezing nose,
An aurora, a sight out of coast.

Behold,
Each glory of design,
Sparkles wooingly outshine,
An epitome of colors playing,
Often seeking its own grand,
Forming from an artist hand,
Someone will but no one can.

Behold,
As memories out spores,
Bound of keys, tied with thee,
A Moet of an enduring heart,
Sprung out of an idled dream,
A man-woman of abstract art,
Weaving as embers sky depart.

With all the beauty of everything around you
Stop for one second and soak it all in
Sometimes we forget to embrace our surroundings
Enjoying the little things in life...