Expression Of Age

It was tiny.
Just a spark,
A dancing tongue of red and yellow,
And all the colors in between
It crackles and snaps
Once here
Now there
Flickering with the change of wind.
It lit the light for humans,
Sparkling, not only an inferno
But a trail blaze
Sparking rebellion
A tool used for war
Self-destruction
And more.
Once a mere lamp
Casting shadows on the wall
Once only a light source
Which Shere Khan detested.
Once a feaster
Devouring landscapes
Once a source of warmth
For the frozen toes
On wintery nights
When the wind was low 
And the trees creak
We’d call for its protection
Once again.
Comforted by its warmth 
And light
And it stays
Licking the sky
Reaching out
With its flames
Towards space
Where its ever-changing form
Is welcome
Found in the comets
And the glow of the sun’
But, alas, it is trapped 
On Earth
A dancing tongue of red and yellow.
This pattern fades away suddenly 
and again
The night is dark
Lit by a star or two.