The flame, it burns ever so bright. It shines so strong when there is absence of light. Feed the flame and it continues to grow. Watch the dancing red-orange glow. It spreads, sways and moves with speed. It consumes all it contacts with thirst and greed. Flames so beautiful illuminate the night. They rush through the air like a bird takes flight. The burns it inflicts leave behind dark ash. The flame gives birth as it engulfs and grasps. It knows not right from wrong as does a young child. Now watch the flame as it continues to run wild.