The glames are soothing,
bright orange and gold,
growwing higher and higher,
never getting cold.
The flames would entrance you,
if you let them try,
don't look into the fire,
for they are quite sly.
Their mystical wonder,
makes you believe,
the fire is nothing,
but a relief.
To hide in the glow,
of the soft orange flames,
that never grow old,
that never get tamed.
