The Fire

From its sparks, it turns the woods to ashes,

kindling life's evolution with a flash of matches,

boiling the heart of the tremendous volcano,

and, once again, solaces the cries of the poor bambino,

a bit of its smoldering ember, gives the earth another brief momento,

to sigh beyond the unimaginable pillars of life's wonderfulness,

the comfort packed in its warmth, spreads Godly greatness,

toward the king and queen's palace,

the djinn and the satan's malice,

for its wish, never was to burn the human's flesh,

but to smoothen the beauty's crash,

and to forever put an end to the truth and liar's clash.