[Witty]

Her changing colours of freedom and grace
Dance as if nobody was watching
In her soul I see growth and destruction
She can annihilate, then rebuild from the ashes
Her orange hair waves a victory salute
And her warmth heats the feet of heroes
She was there before we thought
Guiding us on our journey
She gave us food to fuel our brains
And the elegance to entrance us
Her red dress, shoulder high, beckons us to join
The dance she dances for eternity
She never means to hurt us
If she does, it's just a warning
We can not touch her golden face
Her strength melts ego to modesty
As we stand before her in reverance
She holds the past within her core
And in the future she will burn as bright
And her dance will continue on
The only thing she asks of us?

To question...
Did the man make the flame, or did the flame make the man?