I love how it dances.

It is unrestrained, it does whatever it wants.

It lights up the world, the glows so many beautiful hues.

It is not matter, but it is close to being alive.

It dances from here to there, bringing destruction in it's wake.

For many it is terror, but even that is beauty.

For all the pain it causes, we harnessed it for warmth.

It is the air we breath, and what we make out of it.

It breaths like we do, it eats like we do.

Who is to say it isn't alive?

It dances like we do, it destroys like we do.

Who is to say it isn't alive like we are?