Warm are the things that are alive
Cold are the things,
Already dead, or going to die.
This is the tale,
Since times untold.
Just as light gives warmth
And darkness, the cold
Heat, off all that moves,
While what is frozen, remains still.
These, are the unobjectionable truths,
These, the maker's will,
So do make sure,
That at the end of your time
You leave not the cold
But a light that,
Not only will glow, but shall shine.