• The fire raging swirling up a storm
    Living and breathing
    Its only enemy
    Is its opposite water
    Gallons drench the thirsty land
    The fire roars over
    Quite its does not
    Slowly and steadily
    This fire is pushed back
    Off the great lands it endangers
    And over time
    It is smothered to nothing but a small flame
    A single flickering flame
    Kept tight among a candle
    To remind the water
    It is waiting
    Waiting to be tipped
    And allowed to rage
    And fight against the water once again.