It was just a log of wood
That floated near me
While I was waiting at
The river
Thinking of wood
I hoped
To light my fire with
I took the log
Out from the river
I set it out to dry
It dried so quick
Before the winter
And so I chopped it up
To take and light
The log
It warmed me
I felt comfort
Safe
A light
For the night
And dawn
And soon
The log left me
Lonely
And cold again
It dried right up
And burnt to cinders
Good thing I saw
That river stream
Flowing
And another log
Just floating by
I hoped
To light my fire with