So, at last the fiery fire diminishes
Not any warmth left, all is blown
The hearth looks empty, too silent
Ashes all dead, cold and all blown
Once it was warm, amber and buoyant
Today, lost and gone, it’s forever
Feeble traces of smoke flicker
Offering flashbacks in the air
Wood still lives through the death
Then, what caused the end of it?
Did the inherent illuminate the fire?
Or did the eye-rain burn it out?
With age, it will grow, was a notion
Who knew it will decrepit so soon?
The fire had the ability to live eternally
But now that it is gone and lost
Coldness surrounds it
The fireplace is dark, silent, closed