The Pebble And The Coal (After W. Blake) Poem by Matthew Buchwald

'Hate needs heat on which to thrive,
Hot passion's fire and angry desire,
Cold cannot make it come alive,
But chills its heart and makes it die.'
So sang a pebble in a pond,
Cooled by water from the brook,
But an ember dying in the fire
Glowed anew and answered back:
'Hate needs not heat on which to thrive,
A cold heart hates without desire,
No warmth can make it come alive,
Its passion chills and has no fire.'