• The fire begins as a flicker, a spark. Slowly, it feeds off the strength of those surrounding it and becomes larger. Tongues of flame stretch upwards like hands. The flame now becomes larger and tries to reach for the stars, where it can touch the light, the stars of heaven, hope. But in it's final moment of glory...it is defeated. Conquered by

    The rain which causes to dampen spirits. Carefully, it carresses everything it touches. It brings forth new life, and yet is hated. It is despised by the sun, the heat causes it to fade away. In its tears it returns at night to bring new life. nurture the plants in its few moment of joy and self-fulfillment. And thanks to its persistance

    The grass grows. It continues to sacrifice itself in the circle of life. It understands that everything ends and knows just when things begin. It looks at winter as a time to rest. And somehow it feels just when spring is here and it goes on feeding the grazers. It continues to soften the footsteps of the hunter. Weeping for every loss but understanding, it continues to sway in

    The wind that blows the clouds to take from the heat of day. To soothe skin when the sun becomes unmerciful. It goes unnoticed as something you can't see but can only feel. It angers quickly at the stupidity of mortals. Fire may feed, rain may preserve, grass may grow but the wind....continues to flow unnoticed. In its sadness, hurricanes are formed as a sign of its unending despair. In its anger tornadoes are formed to shout "I'm still here!" And yet it cools quickly and continues to fuel

    The Fire. In the unending cycle of elements, circle of life.