The spark

A single spark falls to the ground;
So bright, so full of potential.

Pile too much wood on it and it will smother;
Left alone, it will fail.

Hands placed to block the wind;
A gentle breath gives the spark hope.

Smoke comes first.
It stings the eyes; clogs the lungs.

Even now, if left alone it will die.
Persistance is so difficult.

As spark blossoms into fire,
Surroundings are illuminated.

The glowing eyes of doubt
Flee farther back into the woods.

Wood piled on now
Only makes the flames grow higher.