I’m a giant wave that refuses to behave. I roar to shore, an ocean’s rave. Too wild to surf, too fierce to play, when I come crashing, best run away.

I spark with just a single swipe, I wait in piles when forests are dry, Some seek love, some seek a flame, Different faces, but one same name

I end each day with a crimson crest, You’ll find me only facing west. A fleeting glow you won’t forget, Who am I, this painted silhouette?

By some definitions, I’m counted alive, since I eat and breathe, multiply and thrive. I’m bright and warm, with a merry sound, yet was never born, the mysteries abound!

Found all over the world, I am linked to the earth. Many people fear me but many people also live on my slopes. Asleep most of the time, words to describe anger are also used to describe my sudden awakening.