Fireweed blooms in the light of the sun, shines til day is done, then waits in the night, to shine again when touched by a new day’s rising light, it’s a fireweed in flight, later on, late in its’ season, it leaves turn fire red bright, at summer’s end, when Fall and long Winter are just around the bend. I am just like just like the fireweed in flight, shining in my day, waiting in my night. I shine in the light, I cry in the night. I know joy, I know pain, I know blue skies, I know rain. I have bloomed in the sun bright, I have faded dark in the night. Later on, late in my season, when it’s all coming to an end, when Fall and long Winter are just around life’s bend, I will take solace in that I lived life knowing how it felt to be a fireweed in flight.