In the beginning there was a flame of creation,
Burning bright in the darkness, bringing light,
From its flickering glow, the world was born,
A beautiful tapestry of colors and forms,
The flame danced and swirled, shaping all,
Creating wonder and beauty in its wake.
With each new ember, the flame did wake,
Sparking life and inspiration, the essence of creation,
It wove together stories, both big and small,
Bringing meaning and purpose to the light,
In the vast expanse of the universe's forms,
The flame continued to burn, never worn.
Through trials and tribulations, it always burned,
A beacon of hope in the darkest wake,
It navigated through storms, taking on new forms,
Always evolving, always in creation,
Guiding the lost towards the light,
A eternal cycle, a dance of all.
But even the flame must heed to nature's call,
For all things must eventually burn,
In the end, returning to the eternal light,
Leaving behind a legacy and a wake,
A testament to the power of creation,
A reminder of the flame's diverse forms.
So let us celebrate the flame in all its forms,
Embrace its warmth, revel in its light,
For it is the driving force of creation,
The spark that ignites the fire to burn,
Leading us through the darkness, into the wake,
A reminder of the beauty in all.
And so we honor the flame, in its many forms,
For it is the light that guides us, the eternal wake of creation.
