Can fire and ice dance
Without extinguishing the flame
Can they tango
Without melting, dripping like rain
Will the low pressures
Meet the high wind speeds
Creating a funnel
Fueled by need
Can the beauty of the phenomenon
Remain in the clouds
What are the chances of survival
Should it touch down
The elements sometimes fickle
Sometimes hot sometimes cold
Which one will consume the other
Will the ice melt against the fires glow
Or will the frost extinguish
All the warmth the fire could show.
I was walking at work one day when I heard a small still voice say "get ready". It stopped me in my tracks because there was no one else around other than myself. Get ready? Get ready for what? "Get ready". In my heart, I knew what it meant but I was and somewhat am not so much reluctant but anxious about what was ahead of me.
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