The Gentle Fire Beneath the Heart

Inside each tender soul, there sleeps a spark so small,

that wakes with every wonder their bright young eyes recall.

A gentle word can feed it, can make its shimmer grow,

and guard it through the tempests life may someday bestow.

The years may send their storms, the winds may bend its flame,

and shadows try to whisper that the light should fade in shame.

But one true act of kindness, softly placed, can stay—

to keep that spark still glowing, when the night has lost its way.