It begins from the red gem.
It was created by the glittering stone.
The stone turns yellow, orange, sometimes red.
Color changed by the force of wind.
The stone breathes so hardly.
It breathes out black air.
It was dying and was having last breath.
Stone's expiration was much slower, thick white air.
The housewife forced it to glow.
But it was its last effort.
It was its maximum.
The red gem gave its life to
the one next to it and
Finally the images became blured...
And the stone closed its eyes.
The last breath of the burning coal;
the smoke, began to rise in the air
Its hands were longing to touch the sky
As the wind blowed it faded away,
May be melted, in the air
and it vanished away like a ghost.