Impassioned heat flickering hungrily
Feasting, devouring, burning.
Beautiful light casting tall shadows
Beautiful heat caressing skin.
A reminder of what it means to be alive.
Crest and fall, crashing against the shore
Rolling down window panes, dripping from high places.
Cool and composed, yet a tempest when angered
It is this, the unexpected
Lightweight and unseen,
Yet it has the power to reduce even mountains
To the smallest of pebbles.
It is often the unexpected threats
That are capable of the most damage.
Steady and stubborn, immovable.
The only ones who make it in this world
Are the ones who know to dig in their roots deep.
It is only with a firm grasp of the earth
That one can grow into a mighty oak.