The flames crackle and hiss
As the wood is piled on
Their existence almost extinguished
By one thoughtless act
They snake up the chimney
As quiet as a mouse
Yet they roar like a lion
To eat up the kindling
Spit out ash
This is what they live for
A short life
But every second is worth it
As the wood is piled on
Their existence almost extinguished
By one thoughtless act
They snake up the chimney
As quiet as a mouse
Yet they roar like a lion
To eat up the kindling
Spit out ash
This is what they live for
A short life
But every second is worth it
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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