Fire, Wind, and Ashes
The fire swings and dances with the wind. As I watch, the fire looks...kind of graceful. The wind makes it shrink and grow bigger as they play. "Wind, you are a great friend to the fire," I say. As it grows darker the fire grows brighter. I stare at its burning core and realize fire is not as gentle around people, doesn't sway and dance, but hurts with burns. As the wind slows, the clouds grow darker, almost balck. "No, don't leave the fire, wind!" I say looking up at it. But it was too late, the rain came and took the fire away. I shouldn't think of such cruel things about such inocent creatures on nature, I thought. Now I stare at empty, damp, ashes. I stare up at the sky and let the droplet roll down my face and soak my hair. Fin.
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