Like embers in a fire,

We burn bright,

Lighting the path,

Warming the cold night,

Drifting upwards in a spiral,

Going higher and higher,

Before coming back down as blackened ash,

We dance in the air with the smoke,

Filling the night with our scent,

We shine like jewels,

Reflecting off nearby trees,

Chasing shadows into the dark,

We dim and die out,

No longer creating warmth or light,

The night becoming dark once more.