Lost in her illuminating bliss,

was the little candle.

in jubilations

a colourful delight,

when life tests

the guiding light.

the darkness was all she longed,

it was then she most looked for around.

and full of pride was her own self,

when she stood beautifully

on the willow shelf

but one forbid day,

she would wane away.

no hesitations she held

as this is fated

for all worldly creations

she knew

she would melt

only to transform,

to light up another home

in a new form.

it may not be anymore,

the willow shelf

still she will beam

like her own self…