Hey guys! This is my entry for On Fire, so tell me what you think!
The Heart of Life
She floats over the horizon, warming the lands and basking the meandering trails with floods of light. Her rays spill upon nature, and reward those who dance beneath them with an untouchable fate; life. The children sing of her incandescence as she rises and steals the land from an illusive darkness. Her splendour burns the lengthy gloom; none can escape her wrath as she pokes through holes, hunting for more fuel. Those who bathe in evil are set to rest for the day; for none can escape the slender rays that she coils.
Beneath her, she springs children. She gives them a name. Fire. They live through day and through night, preserving their mother’s richness upon her absence. They must find fuel, engulf it and beg for more, and the mother will oblige. She will spiral together nature; her green leaves and wooden brood, for the fire to live.
The embers crackle upon the wood like water on rock, and men sing of its majesty. Fire can be honoured, cherished and embraced, yet still people fear its strength. People love what they see, but desire no more. Strength for one is weakness for another.
By night, they crackle in serenity singing of their life that nobody will hear.
My life – it whistles by so quickly. I begin as a minor spark, freshly kindled and yearning to roar. But I can’t; I am not ready. In a way, I like to see myself as friendly, and embracing. I am the latter, certainly, but I am feared still. I give so much life, and provide light in dark places. I am the eternal, I sprout life and roar with ember. I inspire and I give, for no return. Why? Because that is who I am; I am Fire.
The mother hovers in the distance, preparing to launch upon the darkness. She is the eternal; she will feast upon the cold and the dark, giving life to plants for her children to devour.
She sings from the heavens, moving into dawn and streaming across the sky. The daily ritual commences, and she rewards all that is good with a roar of her wonder. A serene bliss awakens across the sky, and once again birds chirp and men sing their song.
At midday she rises high, and looks beyond the earth. What she sees is hidden into her, for she croons with no one, but loves all. Caring not for the troubles of the world, she flies by, but her words well spent with Mother Nature murmur throughout the night. Men clash wood with wood, and once again her children reawaken. The men are rewarded with a fiery burden, and only too soon they embrace the heat with a loving feel, for their hunger is satisfied.
Late is the time, and all is silent in the harmony of twilight. The lands are warm, but the skies’ ember is lost for the night and songs and stayed.
Who is she? She is the light, the warmth and the heart of the world. She is one, and her aroma kindles more than fire, for her beauty trails before in the eternal dreams of land, sky and sea; Earth. She is the eternal mother of life.
Who is she? She is the Sun.
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