Fire

Two rocks together

their relationship awake

Shaking earth

and making it quake.

The fire has started

and now it's alive

All that comes near 

gets sucked in the dive.

It spreads all around

so everyone knows

The feeling's as warm 

and sweet as a rose.

But the the air grew cold

and the waters grew high

The fire no longer 

could rise or fly.

The rocks were thrown 

two different ways

Never again to thrive 

or raise.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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