Ballerina of Destruction

Fire is like an innocent, dancing ballerina

Pirouetting around the campfire

Showing the world it’s a beautiful scene

Showing the world what it can do

Hear her softly breathing

Listen to her sizzling voice with every breath

Her soft but furious touch comes alive

She makes the forest ablaze

But she’s helping life

She’s casting spells for cones to open

For seeds to germinate

For the land to regenerate

Some see blackened ash and a trail of destruction on her tail

But I see you, ballerina. 

The elegance and abundance forever prevails.