The Beauty Of Fire (Another Old Poem) Poem by James Hooson

the red and yellow moves as if it is free
the fire dances with grace and elegance
i watch as it moves and flickers

the sparks fly into the night sky
glowing and disappearing from sight
others follow to accept there fate

logs go from brown to black
to a crisp
to charcoal

the fire dies
accepts its time has finished
as the last of the embers glow fainter
the fire tries to revive itself
but is unsuccessful