The world around us is on fire and here I am just writing this poem

Purification and renewal are symbolized by fire, along with creativity, passion and desire.

Protection and safety, fanned from a spark, encircling the fire, the light in the dark.

Vitality, energy, intuition, the divine, fire oh fire a positive sign.

Yet fire can burn and rage untamed. Not freedom, but anger and war and pain.

Not warmth, but acres of forest aflame. Not comfort but temperatures gone insane.

Will we rise like the phoenix, renewed and evolved?

The flame of compassion, our problems solved?

An alchemical transformation, our hearts of gold?

All the burning greed and hate gone cold?

(I'm NO poet, but enjoyed the challenge.)