The Beauty of the Flame

Whenever she would walk through the forest, she would drive in trees and the leaves

They would gather around her, so close the snow would melt and often,

if they were not careful

They would snuff her out

But do not fret

For she is never gone, not yet

Her spark would alight again, in Time's time.

And there is nothing

That has yet not yet done everything within Time's time

Her brilliant spark

With the Wind's gentle kiss

She goes off running

With a hopeful wish

To grow big and TALL

So she can dance with the clouds

The ones who sway with the breeze

Long has she had this wish and maybe long still she must wait

But in her heart’s deepest wishes of whishes

She wishes