Fire

I am a glowing red complement to my fuel
A necessary gift to renewal
Water, Earth, and Air are my siblings
And yet their product is my kindling

I am hated, yet needed to clear out the excess
I am feared despite my warmth and my kindness
My burns are lessons that must be learned
My respect is a virtue that must be earned

I glow when I am content
When my extra energy is spent
Sometimes a spark is all I need to resume my fury
And continue to rage and make everyone worry

I can be hell on earth, I can bring warmth like the sun
I am infernal, but not an evil one
Mostly I am feared, but often I am revered
There is grief or relief when I have disappeared.

JArtB

September 10, 2020