Thy Own Fire

I was strolling through the Lillybrook meadow earlier today when I came upon a young lad that looked anguished; oh so worried.  I said to the little boy, "Pray tell, why are thee so saddened on this fine day?", to which the boy replied, "Good Sir, on this fine day I find myself starved for nourishment.  Naught for morsels of me mum's shepherd pie, but for strength, for will, for determination! What say ye Good Sir?"  Quite peculiar of a hunger, but upon pondering the boys request, I came to many realizations.  Awoke inside of me was a fire that only grew with each passing moment.  Each pulse pushed the heat throughout my frame, igniting me to stoke the lad from his stupor.  Surveying his baffled eyes, I exclaimed, "Young Lad, what you seek can be satiated from within! Light thy internal torch with the kindle from the detritus of the largest forest; Thy Heart!  For ones' flame is never snuffed, only lacking the air brought by thy own blood!"

~Jim