the wood crackles and heat radiates,
a quiet murmur of nature and voices builds.
sipping sweet soda,
warm and comfortable,
happiness radiates as well.
laughter bursts like the fireworks,
set off twenty minutes ago.
it's easy enough to jump
from various conversations.
i am a stranger,
and yet it is welcoming,
therefore i am not strange.
i lay down on the short grass,
watching and interacting,
feeling golden, crimson,
as i watch a piece of wood burn,
glowing inside out,
and life flows through me,
by me,
with me.
