Read into it what you will, Protaggers.
Grind it out, stub it out,
Just put it out somehow,
One spark is all that's needed,
And it burns a forest down.
The dancing and the flickering
May thrill a jealous heart,
But an envious soul will not care
If you'd rather burn or drown.
A flame is suited to a candle,
Making harmless sputtering sounds,
But it stops being easy to handle,
When it rips the trees apart.
My weakness is my downfall;
It's why these fires start.
When you can't tell Autumn leaves from inferno,
And sunset sky from flaming ground,
Then maybe people will see it's reckless
To throw lit smokes* around.