THE FLAME

What is it that protects us from the dark and cold?
What is it that demands praise, and provides courage to be bold?
What is it that burns the living wood and enchants the dead ash?
What is it that doesn't see whether it's the tallest tree or the smallest grass?
What is it that might seem small at times but it's influence runs vast?
What is it that shall NEVER be put to rest irrespective of the things, in it, we have to cast?

Indeed, it is that Flame..!

The Flame which blazes in all its glory.
Receiving and providing honor throughout history.
Glory to that wood that selflessly keep the Flame ablaze!
Blessed be that ash that went out in the Flame's dutiful gaze!
This is the Flame whose presence is felt stark,
Even if it's form is as small as a spark. 
Our fate is determined by the Flame, as the Flame’s is determined by us.
Which is why, under NO circumstance shall we let this Flame leave us!

But still, my mind stays disturbed by some grueling questions...

What if this Flame is flaming on wet wood that will soon extinguish it?
What if this Flame eventually turns all wood out there is into ash,
And there is none left for it to stay aflame?
What if some catastrophic storm comes and puts out this Flame in an instant?

No.

I shall not commit the sin of pondering upon such wasteful questions.
As wood myself, I should be determined in only a singular task,
To serve the Flame, to be of enough quality,
So that the Flame can consume me as fuel to my fullest potential.

Oh eternal Flame!
May my service to you be worthy of the honor you have provided me with.
May I and my brethren be worthy to rest together in that prideful ashen monolith.
Ah! I can feel the day of my servitude coming closer every second I spend.
This flame within me to keep you burning WILL NOT die out, until my breath's end.