How It Burns

Today they are there,

but tomorrow they're not.

For we are there

and they are not.

Before it came, it was nice.

But now it's gone, there is no light.

Some were gone 

some were not

but it matters not because

they're back.

This year the fire is back, it burns us all, black as a cat.

But every year we grow back

and every year it comes back.

So again it burns us back.