A flame that kindles a circle of candles,
Glows with a warmth told in timeless fables.
It chases shadows from the heart of the room,
Dispersing the weight of encroaching gloom.

A lighthouse stands alone on the cliff,
Its steadfast glow a sailor's precious gift.
It sheilds the lost from the ocean's embrace,
And warns of storms in the vast, shifting space.

A bird that sings alone within the trees,
Calls out with songs adrift on tender breeze
Yet danger stirs; the hunter's shadow creeps,...