Moth

It was cold and dark in the world until the small spark created the flame. The flame slowly grew, creating heat, and light, brilliant as the sun. The darkness ran into the corners commanded to leave by the light. Everything is attracted to light in this world. It is the nature of all living creatures to draw near to it in the darkness. A moth is no different. She flies ungracefully for the heat. It isn’t the fault of the fire, what the moth does. She is burned for her own passion and chooses her own path. She will fly into the licking flames to dance in the light, perhaps willing to get burnt to feel its warmth. In the end, it is not the fault of the fire for growing, but the moth for its lack of restraint.