The Field Is on Fire

The field is on fire!
The field is on fire!
Oh boy! Oh boy!
The field is on fire!
The flowers are burning
So warm and snuggly.
Their petals are toasting,
Their stems are roasting,
and the smells are so,
so,
sweet.

Such a sight
Such beauty
Such grace!
The way it dances from grass to tree.
The way it lights the night
as though it were the sun.
I enjoy these flames
And the tapestry they weave.
But then I remember,
With the matches in my hand,
That I am the artist.