Fingers in the Flames

He poked fingers at the fire,
To see if it was hot.
He had to find out for himself,
But the lesson hurt a lot.

They’d told him it would burn him,
He’d watched the flames leap high;
And yet his hand drew to the flame,
He wasn’t quite sure why.

It looked so calm and peaceful,
Not like something that was bad.
But don’t believe how things first look
Was wisdom he now had.