Warming Flame | Dancing Branch

Why do the thunderous flame reach for the sky-bathing branch? Is it so consumed by its nature to seize all that surrounds it, that it cannot understand the distance between? The higher it climbs the brighter it burns; out of control, losing a sense of direction, writhing side to side; deeper it penetrates into the very bough holding beauty aloft and granting sun not seen but felt. Over roaring sound of fire, a loud breaking of bark and wood — tree split asunder under heated assault.

At a distance the warming flame and the dancing branch were beautiful. Greed, the flame that consumes all.