Fire, light, and ice

A terrible kind of beautiful

Distant mountains of familiar face look foreign to my eyes.

The smokey air blurs it all, and adds to the disguise. 

Fire on the mountain.

Smoke invading half the sky,

Bubbling over like a fountain,

Higher still, the flames will fly.

The sun itself is red as blood, and casts an orange glow

On people of the city that are watching from below.

We see the smoke meld with the clouds, we taste it in the air.

We worry about the homes, the trees, and people still up there.

We watch the colors on the mountain and pray with all our might.

But there is no denying that it's such a pretty sight! 

-Alayna Een

First Fig

My candle burns at both ends;

It will not last the night;

But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—

It gives a lovely light!

  -Edna St. Vincent Millay

Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I've tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice. 

-Robert Frost