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