The Fire and Her Tender

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We all start out as embers

(with a potential for passion but a forecast for failure) 

that need careful, tedious, tending.

as time passes, guardians slowly wander away,

but return quickly as needed

to care for their flames. 

Slowly a Fire prospers. 

 

The Fire grows and grows,

while the tender sweats and aches to keep It glorious;

and sooths and calms to keep It sound.

Eventually the Fire is so stunning that most 

think it no longer needs protection.

 

But I know this fire better than most. I am this fire. 

I sweep through the day, and light up the night

rising with each experience I ignite. 

I am a Fire, a big growing Fire;

but only because my Tender is here

to call me pretty when it rains. 

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