Fire

I'm walking down the street on day when i spot a fire. It's small at first, then it builds. I hear sirens approaching. Fire trucks speed by me. Everyone is hurrying around. The firemen get the hoses and spray the fire. Soon the fire dies down and then it's gone. The firemen leave and spectators. I continue my walk, but think as I go on. I think that our lives are just like that fire. We are created and we grow, but sooner or later our flame is gone and we die out as well.