In the hearth, a flint ignites,
As the fire dances and the room alights,
Sparks like stars, glowing so bright,
Bringing warmth to this chilly night.

Grey smoke swirls, up into the air,
As flames flicker, without a care,
A cozy feeling, beyond compare,
In this humble home, filled with flair.

Through the chimney, the smoke ascends,
Carried away on the breezy winds,
Leaving traces of memories, it lends,
As to the night's embrace it blends.

Oh, this flint, so precious and pure,
Its resilience, we must ensure,
For in its strength, there's a cure,
To conquer darkness and endure.

Flint, flint, a gleaming stone,
In hearth and hearts, it finds a home,
A symbol of hope, forever known,
Guiding us through this life we own.