I am the fire that scorches and finds myself in the embrace of the cold ground.
You are the earth with greens, sprouts and stems that stick towards the depths
You are the foundation of life
While I am it's potential destruction
So together let's make charcoal for future generations.
As my spark can light a million
Your muddy furnace will bear our children
The warmth from my ember touches your walls
While your structure is toughened.
You keep my vitality useful instead of ending it
I don't mean to destroy your garden.
I'll keep you ignited until we both turn to ash
The charcoal we made is our only dream
I want to brighten your darkest phase.
Happiness is like clay and we both model it with our desired shape.
With my heat, I warm your coldest days.
With your soil, I find my safe escape.
