Fire that came from sticks and stones
Is hot red orange and even blue
Sometimes its purple and even yellow
You can roast a packet of yummy marsh mellows
We sit around the fire
Growing it like an empire
Fire extinguishes with water which is dire
But still it is to admire
Fire turns your wire
The torch is the heir
Walking through the pire
Beware before you are stuck in the mire
Fire grows higher
Like the flame under the fryer
The heat is not prior
because all are squire
fire is bright
it glows with all its might
it doesn't even hesitate in the night
it is the ferocious knight
fire has one main desire
which is for everything to catch fire
which may not backfire
still its beauty is to inspire
fire is a great terror
it has no error
it is the soul bearer
it is still the crown wearer
it is harsher than a gunfire
with it its also slier
fire is the sier
fire which may never retire
Written by: Syeda Hoorain Imran
