Fire

My life is a fire.
Receives the power to burn,
but tries to pass on the heat and power to those who need it.
A fire that doesn't destroy.
Struggles when the wind seems to be silent,
but burns strong in a gale.
But what taught the fire to spark?
The flame was given life,
but would not stay strong without the trees to feed off.
These trees are different,
The fire doesn't destroy their life,
But rather shares their life to keep the flame strong.
It is a light in the dark to those who are near enough to see it.
Why can't the warmth that has been given reach beyond all boundaries?
Why does it stay only where it feels safe?
Instead of venturing into the unknown to share the word of the wind that gives life?