In misty dreams, I see a fire, A flame that dances, never to tire. And as the ashes fall away, It sparks a memory of yesterday. The fire is life, it is desire, A flame that never fails to inspire. It warms the heart, it feeds the soul, A symbol of the love that makes us whole. And in its glow, we see the truth, The beauty of our inner youth. For like the fire, we too shall rise, And reach towards the infinite skies.