Fear not its just an ember,

A spark of your creation,

A sign of true brilliance,

Spawned from an idea.

Evolution is in sight,

Your idea becomes something more,

Taking the competition,

By a economic storm.

Its sacred,

As such a child,

Hold it close,

Keep it yours.

It will grow from an ember,

To an inferno.

It is your own possession,

Sacred in your own eyes,

Yet you do not know,

What lies ahead.

Fear not its just an ember,

A spark of your creation,

A sign of true brilliance,

Spawned from an idea.

You endorse your creation,

Backing it from all criticism.

You prey for growth,

The wind takes your ember,

Giving it life,

Turning it into a inferno.

With a hopeful vision,

You sacred ember grows,

It brings you wealth,

But will it last?

From ember, to inferno.