You are the anger,

of a match lighting the fire.

You are the fire of the chilli,

dancing rapidly in your mouth.

You are the happiness

dancing in the field.

You are the fiery heat,

of a sun flying through the whistling air.

You are the tallest tree,

in heaven towering over the universe.

You are the touch of a silky feather,

floating down from heaven.

You are the smell of a a lavender bush,

sprinkled over you like star dust.