Upon fire's head is a crown.
The crown jewels radiate respect.
Of an energy so magnified.
Warmth dances off the wipping waves.
Beautiful in its essence but do not touch.
Warm & comforting but do not get too close.
Wild & consuming in its nature.
Must be given its throne & space.
For if let loose will run with out control, no mercy.
Holding in it's right hand the gift of erasing.
Ashes, dust, earth, beginning.
A friend to earth, a helper to humans, a slave to water, a lover to wind.
May we set our past, our insecurities, stresses, & anything we wish to eradicate in the fire of our soul.
Allowing them to become ashes that we throw to the wind.