Campfire Life

Starting as just a spark and wood,
A chemical reaction well understood,
Growing to a little orange flame,
No world to concur, nothing to blame,
The fire grows, licking around the fuel,
A passionate inferno no one can cool,
The love, the blaze, grows huge and wild,
Spitting out embers like many achild,
Off to start their own spots of heat,
When two ignitions do suddenly meet,
While the flames of the mother die low,
Extinguished by the softest, faintest blow,
A life complete, but shed so much more,
Now a fire-life much greater than before.

For my Dad