Eloquently taking no formal shape
They are here to cool but not expire
The flames that have bursted
Or what has become to transpire

They roll like waves in a restless sea
With brute force they burst through
Tearing through your seams
Finger nails dug deep till it bleeds

Fighting to stay alive  
The flame slowly dwindles
Slowly suffocating from oxygen
Nothing else left to burn
Under atmospheric pressure
The flame collapses and expires
An abyss without measure

Coal and ashes remain lifeless
Only to rediscover the cycle of life
Enough remains in ashes
Against the odds it collides it clashes
To sustain a garden filled with life

Eloquently it breaks with no formal shape
It's cracks extend like mosaic glass
Desperately awaiting rearrangement
Awaiting to be pieced once more
Burnt, molted it has reached prime
To have rays of sun shine through it
One final time.