The crackling of the flames demand
Another log for its survival,
And like the fire sways I stand,
At ease, but never idle.
As smokey plumes of winds are fanned
To rise like dancing dragon spirals,
Between the heavens and Earthly lands,
A moral grey expanse goes viral,
To look down upon the vast and grand,
On a world that teeth's with foe and rival.
Gazing into the fires relentless motion,
I soon find myself displaced,
In a trance immune to the commotion
Of universal haste,
And heated bursts of sparked emotion,
Sent streaming tears down my face.