"The Firey's"
The forest of darkness,
Where trees and vines
Twist together to form
The most beautiful lovers' embrace.
Where one ends and the other begins,
None can say but them,
And the two will never part
For all eternity.
The product of this couple
Is one they must protect,
For the parents are loving,
Kind and all that they should be.
They birthed the happy dwellers,
The singers and dancers and celebrators:
The Firey's.
This happy race of children,
Whose only defiance was in their colors,
Loved the forest that raised them,
And cherished it as one does an old friend.
They sang to it,
Nurtured it,
Loved it,
And protected it in turn for all that it gave them.
They changed colors in the fall,
As the forest did,
And became green, purple, and blue in winter,
To keep their family reminded of the warm spring ahead.
And that's how they always thought,
Looking to the best of things,
Singing to those who passed of their luxuries
And offering their own respite from worries,
Their own way to "chilly down."