Strike a match
To light the fire
And we’ll watch the flames
Climb ever higher
Out of the chimney
Smoke will glide
As it ascends
To dusk’s lurid sky
Over the forest
The fumes will drift
Reaching for Orion
With each gust’s lift
Before too long
Our presence will sail
Atop the town
In a hearty gale
Above the homes
It will billow and turn
While those beneath
Are but left to yearn