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