Gods Of Life Poem by Wesley Mincin

Gods of Life

It dances upon the wood,
with form omitting rhythm.
As common as it seems,
in a world that it is abused,
it is a curious thing.
Without emotion
Without feeling
A beautiful sight to behold
Astonishing to observe
Softly does it moan,
as it eats away the wood;
as it eats away at life...
Gently does it ebb and flow
Like fire, it dances,
to a song only it knows.
As common as it seems,
in a world that fears its wrath,
it is almost mystical.
Lighter than feathers
Stronger than rock
Its serenity is as limitless,
as its fury.
Gently does it dance,
as a mirror of light and dark.
A God of life
When they meet,
like Heaven and Hell,
at the peak of strengths,
water boils away,
fire is crushed and drowns.
Now, a spirit of steam
Now, a spirit of smoke
They are the duet to life;
the partners of death
Gods of the Earth