The bonfire crackles, spits, and sighs,
Dancing flames that touch the skies.
Warmth and light in the dark of night,
A gathering place, a beacon bright.
The fire’s roar, a primal sound,
As sparks ascend, lost, unfound.
Shadows play upon the ground,
As stories, laughter, memories abound.
In the fire’s gentle, golden glow,
Hearts connect, and spirits grow.
The warmth of flames, a love so true,
A symbol of hope, shining through.