Dear Mr. Fire,

 

You are an interesting element, descendant from the ancient four,

Burning so bright, eating away,

Giving off light,

Coming from within: passion, ardor,

Combustion of gases,

Destruction of masses,

What is your true desire, Mr. Fire?

 

Mr. Fire,

I know you as controlled, yet wanting to burn free, growing larger and unstable and causing destruction soon becomes your glee.

But I knew of you when you were little; in the cold, your flame warmed me.

When I was lost in the pitch dark night, your flame illuminated my sight.

At the funeral pyre you are a symbol of mourning and sorrow, but you are the torch that many will follow.

When people see fire, they scream and run away, yet you are the same fire that gives the light of day,

Or are you?

 

 

Mr. Fire,

You are ever so changing, never staying the same,

One day you are a great conflagration, another day you are a flame, and why do you go under so many names?

You will always be a mystery,

Whether you are candle or inferno,

Used to burn or warm,

To provide light or remorse,

Mr. Fire, you will always be a destructive, yet important source

 

 

 

DEAR MR. FIRE      

Ruchit N.