Little Spark (a tale)

 The night was perishing, giving way to the Sun that was now rising above the land, stretching out its rays to reach and greet everyone who was awaking from their slumber...

 Far below, on the glittering snow, with its flame-like face turned to the sky, was Little Spark, waiting for the Sun to speak to him.

 – My land is still covered in ice and snow. But…