The gentle ruby red flames

slash against the wood; quite tame.

Burning it from the inside out,

the Oak quietly turned to ash and shouts.

As the log begins to shrink,

the sparks shoot up in a blink.

Plenty fill the chimney made of brick,

as this happens you hear a loud tick.

Occasianally, it gets simply too much,

and the flaming wood begins to crunch.

A blazing chunk jumps out

and quickly diminishes into something stout.

Slowly, all the people go to bed,

before the father lays down his head.

He places a cage around the burning trees

and sneaks off into the darkness with ease.

As the fire winds down to only an ember,

all of us must always remember.

That no matter how strong the fire tends,

everything beautiful must always end.