I was in a forest,
which filled itself with dark and gloom,
I felt so cold,
I made fire with some stones.
I may create a forest fire,
I was afraid.
But the dance of the flames
had me captivated.
The warmth it gave, felt like a company
as if it was dancing for a symphony,
I stared and stared at it,
Forgetting the starlit sky just above my head.
Flames have such power
to make you dance with them.
The orange cones which changed its
shape every second
Took my breath away but held me
gazing at it.
It looked like an eternity but it was
just for minutes.
The flame just started to die,
bringing me back to the cold woods
I was sitting there
not knowing whether I should feed the fire
Or let it settle.
I was too tired to cut the logs and make it stay
As the sky changed its color to dawn,
the flames rested. The logs burned out
But then there was an ember,
which rose from the log and sat on my shoulder
i was afraid if it would burn me.
It just left a scar.
I was not able to tell what I feared most
Creating a forest fire or
Scar by that ember.