the fire...

the fire spreads its wings
as if on a soar, so high
the breeze blew by, gentle
and the fire gave a swell
fumes evolved in wisps
hanging like an orb.
fierce drops of red hot fire
sputtered and splattered.
tossed into it, a paper white
saw the edges crinkling
devoured by molten heat
the white vanishing, a haze
red turning black; ashes
withering, kissing the flames
and the fire died down
an aftermath of doom,a silence
and a gentle breeze blew by
ashes seemed to rise again,
a new form,a new life,a new birth
soaring high, a rekindling of the fire,is it??