The crackling light that glows in a dark room,

The gas that can melt you into a crisp.

The thing everyone is scared of-

Except me.

I don’t get why they dislike it,

Why they have an entire job to stop it in it’s path.

I don’t get why they flea when it catches their sight,

Leaving everything behind.

The beautiful light,

The warm feeling it makes,

The nice smell of smoke,

Like you’re right next to the sun.

The beautiful noise,

The nice feeling it makes,

The amazing smell of warmth,

Like you’re right next to the sun.