Short Story and Poem Collection

7.

The flames of the fire danced in the night
Like flickering stars that shine so bright,
The way they move, the way they sing
Like the Moon twinkles and blings,

The fire is a flying bird with graceful wigs,
The sound that it makes and heat that it brings,
The fire is a peaceful wave
All the flames try to behave,

But sometimes the fire has rage
Like a animal in a cage,
The fire screams and bashes
Now everything is turned into ashes,

Splish! Splash! Everything crashed
The fire is slashed, everything trashed,
Water has won
Everything is done,

The ashes still burn
And the fire still churns,
The fire has no hope
The feeling of being on a tightrope