Fire! We fear it. We tremble at its blaze. We hear its deadly roar. We cry in its thick haze. And we see all its destruction Throughout all of our short days. Fire! We loathe it. See the destruction in its wake. Smell the smoke. See the ash. Of all that it did take. We mourn with those who suffer We cry with them and for their sake. Fire! We need it. But we are nobody’s fool. For deep down inside, we know that fire is a tool. But we must be ever vigilant Lest the fire becomes cruel. Fire! It heats us. It cooks all of our food. It is ever neutral. It is never bad or good. So we must wield it carefully Piping it to our neighborhood. Fire is a tragedy, a destructor we do blame. Fire is a tool, a heating source, a brilliant flame. Fire is a wild creature That we can never truly tame.