Fire
It flickers like a dancer
Leaping across its dance floor
Of brown and green
Once it stops
It dies down
Without a spark of energy--no more
It's mean
With red-hot hate
It stomps on its victims
Burning them to tears
Reeking them with fear
But it can bring the plentiful
Underneath the ash
Plants start to grow
Quite steady and slow
It billows out a gray gas
Called smoke
That can make you cough and choke
It's the sire
Of the burning
It's fire