By Terra Scott
Life is a winter in the wilderness
With no matches or lighters.
Love, is the fire in your home.
Without delicate attention to the fire,
The Home grows cold and dark.
If you fall asleep shivering,
You may never return to enjoy the summer.
If danger sets you into motion,
You patiently rub two sticks together
Until the sun hears your call and responds,
With a gentle kiss from her deadly flame.