The fire

Here high, the bell tower burns
The flames wreathe and lick the land
And all surrounds stand still, in awe
They want to run, but cannot move
And as they gape at the fierce swirls
The fire creeps, inching closer
Havoc reaps the fertile soil
Murdering all in its way
Trapping with invisible control
Letting loose all hell
But I see the fire and run toward it
Catching it with open arms
It holds me and I hold it
Because fire is beautiful