Together

With one swift strike,

She appeared.

The clouds

Both

Clapped

And cheered.

Their winds,

Blow

Full of might,

But, only,

Feed her,

Helping her grow nearer.

.

.

All awhile,

I admire

Safely,

From my Ivory tower,

As I watch

The entire forest,

Cower

At her desire.

She expands,

Like the petals,

Of sun kissed flowers,

Innocent of,

This trial

By

Fire.

.

.

She has arrived.

Her approach

Is beyond reproach,

And thrives,

With each stride.

I submit,

To her powers,

And allow her

To

Devour

Me, like the

Dark of a shadow.

.

.

My fear,

Now

Scorched

She stops,

And,

Looks deeply

In me

with curiosity.

.

Astounded. . .

.

By her confession.

.

Dear,

“It appears not even my

Sear

can make you disappear.”

.

As the heavens

Glowered

Down

She decants,

And roars,

I Am

over poured.

.

Empowered

Like the sound

Of a crackling choir,

Together,

We are fire.