Fire Spirt

The crackle of the fire, long gone, 

Light peers through the darkness, 

The burnt black bush,

The burnt crisp ground like the desert floor,

Fire gone, soon will be the nature's dawn, 

Blues and blacks, greens and trees,

Blues skies soon appear like sapphires,

Black and green, trees and leaves,

Cool, crisp, crunch,

The new grows through, the old cries cinder and burnt,

Grow up, Grow up,

Reach to the sky without a cry,

Green spreads like water’s waves,

A green oasis,

The fire spirit comes and goes,

Our memories stay away with the fire spirit.