Ghost fires,
blaze away at the spirit
At the core
is the very essence of child
A fallen being,
also a flame yearning to rise.

The ashes of old
have come to be grey,
And in beauty
the growth of a Rose.

Bright and red
like the flames that conceived her
Rising to kiss the sky,
but knows to defend herself.

To the world,
a sure thorn to it's side
But to it's people,
an example to live with a spine.

From Fires that created,
she's a blazing storm of worth
From Earth that holds,
she knows her very roots
And Water that calms,
life in her does surely flow.

As is the life of her.