Fire by Emma Bradley Strong and deadly, The fire cackles At the weakness of men, Licking at their feet With power unmatched And devouring all Which dares to stand in its path, Its power fueled By the air around it As it reaches for the sky As if  grasping At the life above it. It battles water, As it is the only thing That can destroy the destroyer. The wind powers it in its raging battle While the smoke from its kills Suffocates life And the flowers around wither and die. The trees turn to ashes And the animals flee
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As it steals the oxygen Which brings life. It drives them away And kills all who stay. After they die And the fire dies too, New life is born And beauty rises again. The animals return To trim the plants Which grow from the ashes Of their elders. Although it is destructive When untamed, When contained It glows softly As it warms the soul.
