Warm, consuming, beautiful, yet so small,
Peaceful the flame of a candle.
But have you seen it grow tall?
A force no one can handle.

Its calm light brings hope,
When it roams free, it destroys
But it paints pictures like a kaleidoscope,
And have you heard this crackling noise?

Is there a power more magnificent?
It can take everything and still warm ones soul.
I cannot find an equivalent,
No on, who this power, could control.