It was just a flicker

somewhere deep in the trees

but the sun was high

and warm was the breeze.

A spark what it turned to

yet hidden from the sight

but the sun was high

and the day was bright.

Broke into a flame

a leaping orange bird

but the sun was high

relief was absurd.

The flame turned to flames

flames into fire

the sun still tested it

burnt higher and higher.

Fires can be insatiable

after all they have the fire within themselves

come hell or high water

or the solar cycle in twelves.

Here the sun that burned

was covered in soot and flame

it was not a fire

that one could ever tame.

Did the sun glow in envy

or it was motivation it wanted to give?

However the wildfire within me

has gotten meaning to live.