The World That Runs in Fire

The morning breaks like a shout from the sun,
Gold on the rooftops, loud and undone.
Streets pulse awake with a drum in their bones,
Every step rising like thundered tones.

The sky is a canvas that never stays still—
Painting its colors with reckless will.
Birds cut their paths like sparks through air,
Leaving bright trails of “I was there.”

People move forward in fast-blooming light,
Chasing the echoes of dreams in flight.
Hope is a wildfire, bold in its stride,
Racing through hearts it chooses to guide.

And you—
You’re the storm with a flame in your hand,
Walking the edge where new worlds stand.
Every breath a spark, every thought a spark,
Turning the unseen into a blazing mark.

Run with the day until stars grow brave—
A fire like yours is impossible