She was born of fire
Forged in pain and tears,
No blacksmith could undo
Though if they tried they would tire;
Her ferocity of nature
She attempted to keep well hid,
But played some did
Through the years
And got burnt and charred;
As they strived to put her out,
Left her smoldering
Flames throughout,
Ardently she'll bring to light
The naked fury of her soul,
As she multiplies what she gets,
Given a seed
And now yielding life,
She fuels Kerosene
The only beautiful thing
In the midst of spring,
Another unquenchable blaze
Burning leaves of September
Leaving behind a scorched earth
The brightest of embers,
She'll present to the world
And bear her truth
Through a smoky clouded sky
Fiery ignition of a newborn sun...
© okpoet