At first, just a thought.

A need for something more, maybe warmth or maybe light.

A spark has been born. Small, but unwilling to burn out.

And from that spark without any doubt, a flame. 

A single flame, once a spark, but now shall bring warmth and light and maybe fame. 

The flame grows from support, the heat begins to spread, and the light begins to shine. 

Flames begin to spread like butter on a piece of bread. 

Noise of a slight whine can be heard.

But that's just the pot being stirred. 

A need for a mark to be made.

Or maybe a thought conveyed. 

Once a flame now a fire.

That all can admire.