Digging in fangs that thirst for something more
Pushing trees to one side
Laughing at the misery of leaves in constant torment
One thing too many rubs against the dry ground
A tiny jubilant spark springs forth
It dances merrily against the wind
It spreads; it divides and conquers
It overtakes the wind and the two become one
Flying together around the dry world
Wreaking havoc, killing all
The desolation of one fire is terrible
The pain it can cause if you get too close
It burns and it eats away
Anything in its path is a dance floor
It stomps and romps and whistles as it goes
Never caring what the next obstacle is
This is the power of only one fire
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