Sparks

Little sparks are everywhere.
Some, only one at a time
Others appearing all in a row
Sometimes, we feed them
And little sparks becoming deep
Fires, giving off comfort and hope
Sometimes, we don’t pay attention
And these little sparks flare then die
Growing cold with nothing to fuel them
But that’s alright, because, you see
There are always more sparks
And more and more being created every day
Waiting to grow, to become those fires
You only have to look for the next one
And the next, to see them everywhere you go