This life that we call our own
Is neither strong nor free;
A flame in the wind of death,
It trembles ceaselessly. 

And this all we can do
To use our little light
Before, in the piercing wind,
It flickers into night: 

To yield the heat of the flame,
To grudge not, but to give
Whatever we have of strength,
That one more flame may live. 

Fire
By Dorothea Mackellar

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I don't have much to say for this one I really think the picture does the talking for itself
I just love the way  Hukkahurja drew it. Seriously if your not following them pleases do ^^

Also while at it here is some mood music from one of my favorite games
https://youtu.be/VBQ8FBfhvsE