Fire

is like a Mother.

It fights and kills. 

Destroying creation

But it loves and gives a breath of life,

A crackling warmth in the cold

To the already-dead 

Withered, lying, crying 

Leaf on the forest floor. 

Finally, the forest is 

Set free. 

A butterfly emerging from the cocoon, 

Its wings are released and it starts

Flying. 

And breathes flames into the world. 

Nature is the brightly-lit,

Thing of hope and warmth

In this 

Hopeless, broken, shattered, despaired world

Who fights and loves the foulness of society.