In the heart of a wild and untamed land,
Amidst the heat of a fiery brand,
There grows a flower, bright and true,
A flame of orange and red, burning through.
The Fireflower, a sight to behold,
Its petals ablaze, never growing old,
With every flicker of the dancing flame,
It sparks a passion that is hard to tame.
Its beauty draws in all who pass,
A symbol of the wildfire's lasting grasp,
The power of nature, the strength of will,
In the Fireflower, it all lies still.
With every breath of the scorching air,
It blossoms higher, without a care,
A testament to the spirit within,
A reminder of where we begin.
So let us cherish this wildflower bright,
And honor the flame that ignites the night,
For in its fierce and fiery bloom,
Lies the heart of nature, forever in tune.
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