The Campfire

Gorgeous colors, orange and red
The sound is soothing; it puts me to bed
The delicious smell, the smoky air
It flickers long without a care
It reaches out to me during the night
It sleeps not until the morning light
The friendly gatherings by the fire
Roasting marshmallow on a wire
Cooking hot dogs, drinking beer
The fire rages, but I have no fear
It wants not to hurt me, I know it’s true
The colors are turning from yellow to blue
The heat, it grow stronger as we fall asleep
We are not alone; our company it keeps
It guards us safely until we awake
Long nights around it, the friendships we make
The campfire keeps our souls at ease
While out in the open, the time seems to freeze
When the campfire dies down, we sadly go home
But it’ll wake again shortly; it’s never alone