It sparks and sputters
Fumes of red
It flickers and flies
As it turns everything to ash
Majestic as it is dangerous
Beautiful as it is destructive
The entrancing flames
Dance on the wood
The blue is attacking
The red is spreading
It moves as it multiplies
Taking over the woods
'Till later that day
When it starts to rain
The rain and the flames
Battle each other
Rain pushes further,
And only one flame is left
But the rain soon dies out
And the flame, hereby wins.