COAL

[verseode]

               

         A glowing coal falls on the hearth
         And slowly it turns grey
         The heat subsides until it's cold
         And then it's swept away
         
         A branch is cut off from the vine
         The consequence is dire
         Without the sap, it will dry up
         All hope of fruit expire.

         If we go it all alone
         Thinking we know best
         Sadly we will slowly die
         And never pass the test.