Fire That Emits

Through the long tunnel,

I juggle to escape.

At a low atmosphere,

here and there I rush,

to compete to the rest,

to be out, of zest.

Black and grey, that I turn,

With the woods, emotions burn.

At the fire place who sits,

Gets the warmth from the heat.

Add on more wood to the fire,

So that I move a bit higher.

In clusters, I am seen,

until I blend in the air,

for a reason not fair.

Where I vanish, in permanent.

To every fire there is end.

With crackling, popping roaring blaze,

I am born again,at the fire place.

Of that extinguished,

I emerge in peace,

in haste to release,

to emit through the chimney,

in motley shapes,

above the landscapes.