Fire is beautiful. One of natures darkest creations. It warms us, lights our way, guides us through the darkest corners of life; yet it can never be tamed. At any moment it can turn on you, engulf you, devour anything in its path. It can destroy the life it has natured. Yet, even after the destruction new life can be found. Like a Phoenix rising from the ashes, being born from the death of another, from the death of itself. For the new to be Ben after the old make their departure. Through the smoke, emerging from ashes, there is hope, there is always hope... By CaitlinBabeey