The Flames

The fires they rage, beautiful and bright in their morning haze

They burn and roar, ashes and smoke at your front door

Where to run, where to go, life's a box of chocolates says Forrest Gump but who knows

The flames start to dance and as you watch you are immobilized in a stance

So powerful, so fierce and yet so wrong

The crackled and spits like a heartwarming song