"The Fire"

Upon a pile of rocks and logs
Down deep within the trees
A fire burned so brightly
Unmoved by wind and breeze

The pile of wood seemed small and weak
The rocks too few to hold
But that brilliant fire blazed
To keep away the cold

Although the winds of savage storms
Blew hard and gusted strong
Although they tried to put it out
The fire burned deep and long

So when the flames are not in sight
And skies are light and fair
Although you can not see it
The fire is always there

©"Amalthea Celebras"
K.C. Fahel
5 February 1998

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