The Faces of Fire

The fire sprints across the plain,

it's breath destroying

all in it's path.

Destructive.

It's red tongue

laps up the brush,

leaving behind only ashes.

Yet miles away,

the fire sits calmly

warming

a cold family's hands.

It is their solace

for all the pain.

The fire burns

in the family's hearts,

angered by their loss.

It dances and leaps,

yet in the end,

always dies.