A spark was born today, Lit deep within An ashen womb. Rising from the dead, Like a lone blade of grass Peering through the cracks Of a boulder tamed By time and weather, Spreading its wing To swim in the wind. Curiosity brimming, And bubbling to know more! A fire manifested From the sparks of hope, From relentless clashes Of rough, rugged flint Striking its skin To death-cold steel. It grew stronger As you fed it tinder. From smouldering ashes Now rose a flame. Now, be careful, friend, How you wield this beast! If you let it starve For far too long, Grow weaker, it will, And perish in its ashes. But let the hungry heart Consume your anger, Its hunger sated With your rage Be certain, it will set ablaze You and your world, Burned to a crisp. Take good care Of this inner fire. Cherish it if you have Lost it before. Keep it fed enough. Put it on a leash And let it brighten your way When your path gets dark, Or warm your soul When your heart gets cold. Keep it alive! And keep it aflame! Not just for you, But for the worlds to come…

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