The Flame

• Suhaila Elomar, Grade 2, St Andrews Public School -
• Poetry
• 2018

Excellence Award in the 'Horizon of Dreams 2018' competition

The red as radiant as a rose, the first thing that shows.
The yellow shines bright, like the moon in the night.
The orange is outrageous, making it courageous.
The danger in its eyes, can always disguise
The beauty in its sway, that leads it astray
It’s a wild creature, not only having one fabulous feature.
It’s a soldier going to war, going back to his son he swore.
It’s a brave and bold boy, filled with joy.
It’s a woman dancing, that looks extremely entrancing
It can cause damage, to what has been bandaged.
It can be engaging, but can be raging.
It can spread fast, and be misunderstood like an outcast
It can be beautiful, but won’t be suitable
Cause it's seen as danger, as it destroys nature
But don’t we all, make things fall.
We blame what’s comes naturally, but break things gradually.
We can’t blame the flame, to cover our shame
Cause we know what’s true, we can see it through.