Flames of orange and blue and white
Flickers of warmth fly in the night
The waves of fire storm like the sea
Oh how different the two should be
One of water and one of sun
Yet somehow their paths are one
They cause destruction and often fear
Yet they bring strength and draw life nearer
One of dark and one of light
The one of dark is often fight
The other one being often might
It can't be clear, though, which is which
For how can one not see a switch
Between the way a storm is viewed
For the choice of fear is distinctly crude
Waves of green and blue and white
Splashes of cold spray in the night
The flames of water storm like the blaze
Oh how alike are the opposite ways