Fire

Sitting in the woods with four large logs and many little dry twigs found scattered across the terrain, all thrown into a pile just asking to be lit. The strike of a match and the flames genly lick the edges of the wood, attempting to toast it into an ash. The heat beating off the orange and golden flames travel onto your hands and face. The crackling of the flames echos throughout the night and you realize this ever so gentle flame, holds the power of destruction, the power of heat, the power of life.