How small it was;
the ember thinking itself a grand fire
though no flames boasted vast heights.
Contented, it smoldered long.

A zephyr, without purpose,
changed its course on passing by;
It stoked the cinder just below
as if to test its might.

A gentle wind, a tiny spark;
one could engulf the other - yet
together they created much;
a new form amidst their wonder.