Hold Your Fire

Men and all that walks on two legs

are such fickle creatures

They're a little more than spark and flint

Smashing against each other to survive

Seeking a flame that cannot last the night

Thus is the thrill of life

Nothing but a spectacular show of gold and red

That when set aflight recedes

To ash and dust

Crash if you must

Strike if you need 

If that's what it takes to feel something real

But what if we just stood still

Under the sun

Whether you be rock or tree

Drinking our fill

This warmth might not ignite our bones

But it emanates a glow

Far long lasting than flame

Of greater value than gold