In the heart of night, the fire breathes,
Flickering whispers through the trees.
A dance of shadows, wild and free,
Embracing darkness with fiery glee.
The embers glow with stories old,
Of love and loss, of courage bold.
Each spark a whisper, each flame a song,
Singing of where we all belong.
The warmth it gives, the light it shares,
A beacon of hope, in night’s cold stares.
It conquers fear, it fuels the dreams,
In its bright path, the future gleams.
Yet in its beauty, there lies a warning,
For fire can change with little scorning.
Respect its power, cherish its light,
And it will guide you through the night.