The Fire

The embers of the fire
Are like the embers of my life.
Slowly burning until they fade out.
Always the last to go the embers keep burning.
Keeping themselves as the hottest part of the fire.
They create the majestic flames that bounce and move to the rhythm of life around us.
The only thing that affects them is the wind.
And even then that doesn't knock them down.
They fall and rise everytime they get knocked down.
Always burning.
Always up.
Always bright.
Burning brighter than the closest star
They last until the last one burns out.