Fire

Why on earth do we think,
Fire always burns?
Is this what inhibits
Our mortal fear,
Or just
Something we were told?

Have we even for a second
Stop to think about-
A life without it?
Would we be living the same
Life of comfort, life with ease,
Had it not been for "Fire"?

Have we ever considered
The other untold side
Of how gentle and kind,
Ever caring and giving,
Fire, amongst all
As a source could be?

Come to think,
It's just fair for It be a source
That inspires metaphors-
Of love, passion, anger, pain and angst
For it sure would Burn,
If not handled carefully.