White fire lit up the ground
And burned in my mind’s eye.
I could see the burning land
But knew it was not I
Who had a way to put it out
Or even make it start
I was simply standing there
While it let me take part.
It coursed across the ground with speed
Flames were dancing near
Yet none ‘the grass expressed concern
That it would disappear
All the while, I reveled in
The burning of the land
Yet coursed itself below the fire
Allowing none to stand.
As the sun in East did rise
White fire left my sight
And in that moment then I knew
It was the morning light.
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