A sensation, an emotion, a vibration, a feeling,  

from the depths of love to the heart of healing. 

The taste of fresh cookies to the embrace of warm laundry, 

we feel safe around its clearing and alive in its glory.  

Cold times remind us of stories over millennia, 

as warmth creates new life, it is alien but familiar.  

  

In the coldest nights, through darkness and despair,  

warmth guides us home, puts hope in the air. 

The sun, our celestial beacon, keeps shining, 

to help us grow old and to watch us keep trying. 

If the warmth ever ended, there would be no life, 

no light, no ferns, no creatures in sight. 

  

From turning rocks into obsidian and silt into diamonds, 

from the depths of the oceans and the crest of a mountain. 

Carbon atoms are compressed and heated with rage, 

a catalyst for growth, a crucible of change. 

Revealing the true quality of chaos, stripped bare and raw. 

The fires of creation burn deep in Earth's core. 

  

We foster the flames that feed our families, 

cherished through battles of blood and distant calamities. 

Memories of warmth pervade in the cold, 

like sight, seen only under a blindfold. 

The fires in a flood, our people made of mud, 

it will always exist; this warmth in our blood.