The Campfire

The Campfire

The flames of the fire are high

Yet they don’t reach the sky

The fire smells like smoke

That wraps around you like a cloak

With embers and ashes

If you touch it will give you rashes


It can maim in can hurt

It keeps you alert

Yet its calm and its tame

With the crackle of its flame


It heeds no master

Leaving it alone can cause disaster

Rarely its blue

It causes an illusion that’s untrue

In your darkest of times

It glows and shines


And if you sit by

And let the hours tick by

It grants calm and serenity

From you it takes no penalty