A loving ember, delicately poised, awaiting the opportunity to ignite, <br />A soft amber glow encompassed by the murky surrounding obscurity of the night, <br />An undemanding, harmonious existence, requiring so very little, to substantiate, <br />So naturally stunning as the softening glow continues to cosily emanate. <br /> <br />Mischievously the smoke curls, wisping and winding on a completely random path, <br />Circling with turmoil and intensity, capturing indiscriminately objects within its warpath, <br />Sensual the movement yet so vague in intention, slow and distinct the perpetual motion, <br />Non committed and free spirited it drifts, disappearing into the night like a dropp in the ocean. <br /> <br />The flickering light brings attention, before too long a mixed audience of diverse origin, <br />Flames dance in the foreground, masterfully showcasing, as poets have previously written, <br />Glowing, flickering, dancing, the entertainment unceasing, transfixed observers unable to abstain, <br />On and on the display stretches, continuing to delight any and all who tirelessly remain. <br /> <br />One generation dwindles as another begins to rise, welcoming the chance to take centre stage, <br />Natural is its creation, an existence that has survived the brutal changes of many an age, <br />Admired for its destruction, never for the visual magnificent it displays, <br />I wonder, truly, about the nature of humanity and what that really says? <br /> <br /> <br />Rarely are we appreciated for our most beautiful qualities as this world shapes us to recognize and appreciate the lesser things.<br /><br />Jen Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/embers-5/
