I am the earth, you the tree
                           oh, grow, grow
Some fire spouts from the heat of the tongue.

A silver candlestick on the table
               strike a match
And the world is lit.

Come, drink it now with me
             one smile, two kind words
Wrath easy vanished.

From where comes light in so dank a corner?
           like prising one word from fissures tight
But wonders never cease.