Stop and smell the roses,
Go sing in the rain!
To dance in the fire,
Most don't even dare to walk across the coals.
Well I'm telling you to
Find your fire and dance in it!
Kick up some coals!
Because here's the thing,
Roses, under the best of care, still wilt.
Rainfall, eventually, will cease.
But fire, when nurtured,
Only grows in beauty and power.
And you can dance again and again and again.