I started off small. As I grow and grow I feel that I am more recognizable to my surroundings as one. I combust into a light source so strong, that nobody dares glare at me for too long. Are they afraid of me, I asked or is it my beauty that brings hope to this dark world? I know what I’m made of but know nothing of what I’ve become. Natural gases fuels the strength that I need to stay alive and well, but is it enough? I am a survivor in this lonely world. Abandoned and left astray. I just want to be loved and cared for. I bring warmth to those who company me in this world of darkness. I’ll protect them with my life, but at the end of the day I am yet again still betrayed. I am hard to break like a rock and hard to steer away. I cannot be controlled, for I am a masterpiece of conflagration. Some may fight the good fight, but they cannot extinguish me. I have burned down many dwellings and brought the world to a gaze. Citizens flee in distress, but they can’t possibly blame me. It is not simply because I am cruel or destructive, it is because humans choose to use me, improperly.