Stare into the essence of a fire’s might.
Shake, quiver, jump back in fright.
Then look back at the days that had no fire.
Imagine that cold, cretaceous spire.
That cave baring mountain in which our ancestors dwelt,
So cold, so dark, a living hell.
But then a bolt of lightning struck,
And lit up a tree with a fire glowing,
And saved the world from cool air blowing.

by Cody Shell

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