A single spec of fuel,
A tiny fraction of air,
Everything that's needed
To make a tiny flare.
And from that tiny flare,
Another sparks to life.
Even after that one,
The next one starts its strife.
And from that started strife,
A flame becomes a blaze.
Ending only when
The smoke becomes a haze.
And of that sickly haze,
A wind will surely clear,
Engulfing all the bad
To rid of all the fear.
And once it's rid of fear,
A pretty flower grows
Out of ash and dirt
Taking on its show.
And once its show is done,
A beautiful flower will ye have.
Oh come and embrace it,
Till it gives you one last laugh.
And with that laugh you get
A simple kiss goodbye.
Only from your love
To watch you say goodbye.
And now you've said goodbye,
And the flower wilts away.
Oh where did that flower come from?
That's a story for another day.
And on that day you'll know
About that spec of fuel
Or you might just question
The beauty of life's rule.
STAI LEGGENDO
Poetic Life
PoesiaThese are the times of life, of love, and to live. Some things have never been captured; your life. But these are the words to capture life through my eyes.
