The Fires of The Night

The night air cools, a whisper on the breeze,

As twilight paints the world in fading gold.

A scent of smoke now rustles through the trees,

A story ancient, yet so often told.

The kindling crackles, then a sudden spark,

A hungry flame that reaches for the sky.

It chases back the shadows of the dark,

And casts a warm and captivating eye.

We gather 'round, our faces all aglow,

With stories shared and laughter in the air.

The embers pulse with a mesmerizing show,

Dispelling all our worry and our care.

A fleeting moment, bright against the black,

A memory to which we can go back.