Flame

As the flame erupts into an elegant dance,
As though ensnared by the gods.
Beautful yet dangerous,
As it eludes the darkness.
But if stricken by the tranquil water,
That lies upon the trees,
Or from the bellowing gusts of wind,
That shimmers a flame to a fluster.
It may grow weak,
But it will allways come back,
Even more elegent then before.