My rage is unmatched even by the sizzling sun shining down on a summer’s day,
I am superiorly slicker than the sharpest knife, yet I have no blade,
I can be warm as day-red and bright, yet quick as lightening I appear,
Sparkling splendid fear and fright,
I destroy more than I sometimes create, never apathy for the excitement I generate,
I have been known to be born of the sky candle on a hot dry day,
Breaker of trees may spread me upon thousands of leaves,
I am sharper than any battle serpent always ready even today,
I can be generated even from a wooden paddle used for recreation and play.
Answer: Fire
