"Old wood ignite, crackle, pop and burn
Bright and dim, glow and fade, heartbeat of your ember
Sharp heat, kiss my cheeks, smoke will choke and blind
Still I forgive, even though, you're much too strong at times
Around the fire
Billow ash, spit up spark, of neon light and char
Swirl in wind, explore the dark, disappear amongst the stars
Flames dance and lick the sky to the rhythm of the drum
To chords once played, stories told, songs that have been sung, I quietly hum
Around the fire."
- Lauren E Furman
