Story fires

The primal energy of the

Campfire sensually fondling

Wood giving itself up

To fire's caress, that

Energy which created

Humanity, our existence

Birthed in water, earth,

Wind and fire with the

Story wending its way

Around all in showers of

Sparks cascading out to

The heavens, flamed tongues

Dancing the song of the

Tale being told in the

Fire.

There is no story that will not

Tell itself around the hiss

And crackle of the fire.