Fire and flame, wild but tamed.

Contained in a burrow.

Tranquil and mesmerizing as you sit watching.

A muse of nature.

It cast a spell.

Blazing brightly. 

Watch as the red glowing kindle pop and crackle  urging flame to leap to life.

How all the hues of yellow, orange, and red flames dance and merge.

The curling tendrils of smoke encircle and rise.

The warmth radiates around you like a warm familiar caress.

Bringing comfort and sets the mind to settle in watch the flames and contemplate the thoughts from deep within.

People drawn to the heat like moths to a flame.

To tell of stories and gaze at the tawny glow. Sounds of the  night surround you.

The rivers subtle whisper mingle with the Crickets chirp.

Nights gentle breeze rustling the  brush.

Swaying crooked limbs from nearby trees.

The distant hoot of a owl. Far away the wolf calls to the alabaster moon.

The stars wink in the onyx sky.

Sit and reflect as the lapping flames subside as Ember turns to ash.

Natures essence smoldering on the ground.

Serenity has been found.

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