The Campfire

Sputtering to start

Just a spark,

A small flame

Licks upward catching a twig.

Will it take?

Burning bright,

It grows

Higher and higher,

Changing colors

Blue, red, orange, white

Filling the fire ring.

It draws a crowd

Looking for the calm,

A time to reminisce and relax.

Warming those around it

Creating that sense of peace, quiet.

Night wears on,

People yawn,

The embers turn to coals,

And die out while we sleep