Wisps of smoke, come rising up
As the flames on the hearth dance around
Glowing like the Sun on the horizon
As they make a sizzling sound

Spreading warmth, from its heart
The fire swirls merrily along
A source of light, in the darkness
Silently singing its sizzling song

And the source of the fire gets consumed
It flitters around, desperate and weak
And leaves the room in darkness
As it disappears, with a final streak