I was told fire can be friend or foe At times it consumes you beautifully Yet it obliterates you completely The next day.
When the fiery disk rises I take flight, destination waiting Though misty a morn, a plan the good Lord devises When the fiery disk rises Cold gusts I beat as hope arises Each flap, each glide confidence reinstating
"It takes precious to know precious",you said
Take the scorching sun from your stare be hot without the scalding declaration on your face
I am cooking you for the hungry crowd. I am to serve you and watch as