Oh dance your ravenous flames as you devour the plains,
Grasping all the life within reach,
Perished to ash,
Your treacherous hold destroys the bearings of the veld,
Depositing bellows of charcoal-black smoke into the sphere,
Your inviting beauty of your golden flames cannot be trusted,
What power you have,
the velocity you possess.
And once your hunger has been satisfied,
Your superiority exists no more,
Your flames simmer down,
And the crackles soften,
Till your next visit.
© Vriti Maharaj