FIRE

Fire

She dances amid the fields,
She prances over the meadow.
Absolute grace she does wield;
More graceful when wind would blow.

Her mission is to forever grow,
Until at last she loses her glow.
But life ends, where she dances,
Beauties fade where she prances.

Her name is fire and her presence dire,
She razes all while she blazes,
She kills all if she wills,
And will only end when all ends.