The wind was wild, its whisper erratic,

Dancing through trees in a rhythm dramatic.

A spark in the dark began to ignite,

Turning the silence to flickering light.

I watched as the fire climbed higher with pride,

But something inside me still wanted to hide.

I’d struck the flame, though I never aimed,

And now I stood there quietly ashamed.

But the night forgave with its soft, gentle hum,

Reminding me even mistakes can become.