The smoky sky.

It begins with a simple spark, and the heat spreads.
The fire tasted life, yearned and hungered for it.
Greedy, no more than any of us, it consumes log after log.
However the wood burns, turns red and crumbles, like hope.
And eventually, that fire unable to live on breathes a final breath.
Leaving nothing but embers, the potential for fire, but without the wood to fuel it.
Learn from the flames.
Don't lose hope, you cannot survive without it.