Wednesday, 4 January 2012

Sitting by a fire,

Sitting by a fire,
So warm, so bright,
Wondering how a fire,
Gives out light.

Seeing it glitter,
And dance so free,
In the surroundings,
Where it should be.

Seeing all the beauty,
As it gives out heat,
With a flickering flame,
The Devils treat.

With one mistake,
We all could roast,
And become spirits,
Or even ghosts.

Because it only takes seconds,
For it to break free,
And if that happens,
We're all history.
By Dr Geebers