The Birth of Fire

I was born a spark,

an eternally momentary light,

carried by the wind, without a home.

 

Where were you, Sister Water, when the world was made?

Were you too waiting in the secrets of the universe?

 

Where were you, Sister Water, when I was born?

Where were you when I was discovered,

by the simplest of men, covered in their darkness?

They were desperate for my light,

 for my warmth, for what I will soon become. 

 

Where are you, Sister Water, while I am yet a spark?

Are you a raindrop, hiding in the clouds?

 

The End

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