My life is like a flame in a wild fireplace.
The old cut up oak wood is what keeps me going.
The heavy big gray rocks around me, keep me contained.
Sometimes people poke at me and stir me up
This makes me rage and I flare up getting even hotter.
I am always changing my shape, never staying the same.
I always have energy.
When you look at me you get lost in all my pretty colors.
I am hot and on fire, you can smell me burning.
If you mess with me you will get burned.
I don't like getting close to people
And I don't want people getting close to me.
I don't want to be alone I want to be left alone.
I will keep going until my mighty, beast like flame goes out