The Flickering Flame

Its warming glow on a cold winter’s day
A touch of beauty for all those around
Colours and light waves, oh the grand array
The snap and crackle, what harmonic sounds

Our meeting place, to all, come together
The sound of drinks, cheers, and old sing-alongs
Memories, our hearts will hold forever
My home, my comfort, somewhere I belong

A solid? A gas? I don’t understand
Its presence piques my curiosity
How can something be so subtle and grand?
Flickering flames, with such ferocity

But to stand here now, knowing its danger
Its brutal destruction, I’m no stranger