-Come, Ignis, come!- sang the bird.

-What for?- Ignis inquired.

-The trees and the flowers are covered in white, and once I come down to the earth it is so cold I feel like I am not going to be able to fly!- The dove squealed. So down Ignis went, worried about what would happen to the land. Once down on earth, the warm and quiet sensation of peace disappeared. 

-What is happening here?- Ignis gasped. Although she had never before been down on the land, the stories her birds told her resembled nothing like what she was seeing before her eyes. The animals too could feel the change; the wolves were howling, the deer and the sheep were scurrying out of their dens, the birds chirping sad songs, and a bear was climbing a (climbing!??) a tree.

-It is the change of the weather and I am afraid nothing can help now-The dove said and glided away from Ignis, joining his friends in singing sad songs for what he thought was the last time. Ignis suddenly felt fury for all of the animals on earth, she felt the unfairness of all of it. She closed her eyes and let her fury unleash, all of it. Lightning struck from the sky, strong and certain. It struck the ground and within seconds, a fire was made. All of the animals were drawn to it. They gathered around and never once more complained about the cold. 

Ignis=fire in Latin

Hot as the sun 

It warms the room

And all of my loved ones

the warm fire crackles 

Sparks fly from the logs

The room is nice and cozy 

It relaxes my two dogs

The flames are so red 

As an apple in the fall

It burns so fast and bright

It put light upon my wall

As the logs burn away

The fire wanes down

It was a wonderful night 

In my fluffy night gown