Wind and Flame
Wind blew gently across the dark, barren land as Wind
had done for countless ages. Craggy peaks, rocks and
sand, nothing more to be found on this desolate planet.
Wind was content moving gently over the land, barely
disturbing even the smallest, least significant of dust
But miraculously, tucked away beside a rock near a steep
incline, Wind noticed (or imagined) a faint glow, a flicker
of light, something foreign and intriguing to Wind.
Approaching carefully, Wind asked, “Who are you? And how
do you glow so beautifully?”
“I am Flame.” came the response, a mere whisper. “I am now
just an ember, near death, but once I was vital and
powerful. That you find my glow beautiful gladdens me,
but unless I can find more oxygen in this forsaken land
I shall soon expire. For me oxygen is life itself.” Fame
flickered with the exertion of speaking, nearly dying from
so slight an effort.
“But,” spoke Wind, “I carry with me much oxygen. I never
knew what to do with it all, as I have no need of it. I
will gladly give you some because you are far too enchanting
to fade to nothing.”
With the promise spoken, Wind approached, then blew gently
across Flame. In response, Flame burst into something
entirely un-believable to Wind. Flame danced, whirled,
cast light into the darkness surrounding the two. Never
had Wind seen such beauty.
“Thank-you.” said Flame. “You have given me new life.
I am happy to dance and shine for you, because without
you I would soon be nothing.”
Wind looked in awe, but then withdrew quickly. On
withdrawing, Wind saw Flame again reduced to a small
“But why do you pull away, my friend?” asked Flame.
“You say you have much oxygen you don’t need and that
you find me beautiful. Have you forgotten so soon?”
Wind apologized, and again fanned Flame gently, now
totally enchanted and enamored with the beautiful Flame.
Flame again burst into a tall, beautiful being. Dancing
and whirling, now casting more than just light into the
surroundings, Flame had cast a spell of enchantment on Wind. But just at the height of Flame’s fervor, Wind again withdrew.
“Why?” again asked Flame. “I need you and already believe
I love you, yet at the height of my gladness you pull away
from me. Are you a cruel being? Do you tease me with what
I need to live again only to pull away and watch me shrivel?”
Flame was indeed confused. Wind seemed to be such a gentle,
thoughtful being with everything Flame needed to live.
Wind had indeed mentioned the beauty and enchantment of
Flame, yet withdrew whenever Flame was in full glory.
Confusing behavior at best, thought Flame.
Flame had come to terms with a quiet death, but having
found Wind had become again hopeful that there was more
to life yet. Flame respected the quiet, unswerving Wind
who had until now never experienced excitement like Flame
had to offer. So now Flame feared that Wind would go away
without a second thought. Flame knew no other explanation
than that Wind was heartless.
Wind spoke slowly to Flame, who again was just a faint
“Never during the eons I have existed have I been so
attracted to anything. I was content to move slowly across
the land, the never-changing land, bothering nothing and
being stopped by nothing. Then I noticed your glow. And
everything changed. You are beauty, you are gladness, and
I cannot let you remain an ember destined to die. Yet you
don’t seem to realize that the more you dance and revel,
the more you please me, the more you burn me with your
intense heat. So, though I cannot let you remain an ember,
neither can I constantly supply you with the element you
so desperately need. To do so would overwhelm me with so
much pain I would no longer be able to enjoy the beauty
you offer me.”
Wind again approached and gave Flame the substance of life.
Flame, though still confused, responded instantly with a
dance of exuberance and joy, now mixed with caution.
“I don’t understand”, spoke Flame demandingly, “why does
my warmth cause you pain? I want only to live happily and
to please and be with you. I am quite comfortable and cause
myself no discomfort at all. Do you not have enough oxygen
to spare?” Flame could truly understand no other explanation.
Heat was part of Flame and certainly could not cause
discomfort in any way.
Wind responded in bewilderment. “How can you not know how
much heat you produce? The dirt and rocks around you are
charred. The fuel you burn disappears in sparks and smoke.
Can you not feel your own heat?”
Wind was thoughtful for a moment, then continued.
“I am Wind and my duty is to continue to blow across the
land as I always have. Should I stop, I will no longer be
Wind but simply stale Air. Therefore, I must do as I always
have, with the exception that part of me must also stay with
you and give you what you need to be the full glory of
Flame so I may enjoy and share in your beauty. But when
the pain to myself becomes more than I can bear, I must
pull back temporarily to allow myself to heal. I can act
in no other way, only hoping that one day I will experience
warmth instead of heat in your presence.”
Flame and Wind joined then in a dance with no end.