Random Thoughts By A Campfire...

Orange, yellow and shades of blue Dancing within the fire Clinging to the crackling of the wood As the stars twinkle in a midnight sky The moon has hidden herself amongst the clouds Not wanted to be seen for the night Strange how nature is like mortals that cling to this earth The moon hiding, hearts dancing with fire The consumption of the wood as time goes by Needing more to keep it alive Ashes fall turning cold unto the ground Flakes of gray and white all that remains Stirred and mixed it still does not ignite Lying dormant and useless Till the gardener sees a use To make the flowers bloom From the moment the match is struck The fire keeps you warm Then with time and no attention it slowly fades to ashes Left unattended burning out to dust All things need attention Let not the fire burn out For the flowers will bloom But the soul remains cold