The Fire has died
The Flame has departed
And the Stones grow cold

The Ashes remain
To be Stirred with a stick
Scorched at the tip
That remembers the flame

Stir through the Ashes now
Seek for a spark
Just one bit of warmth
That may still remain

Flint is hard
And Steel is cold
Yet together a spark may be made
Tinder is
A tender heart
The breath of life
That rekindles the flame