Red, orange and yellow,
It burns with a bright glow,
Shining the world around,
With a dark shadow below.

A tree spreads its arms,
Takes all under its shade,
While the candle grows tall,
As the world under it fades.

Big and small, big and small,
It flickers with the air,
But the irony of it,
Is it wasn't always there.

It lay in a dusty corner,
The wax losing its shine,
It's only when the world went dark,
When people shouted, "It's mine!"

They waited for their sun to set,
They waited for their lights to go,
Before they brought this candle out,
Before they set it aglow.

But its life was for just a minute,
As their lights came on,
They blew a puff of air,
To shut the candle off.

What must the candle have felt,
Being used for a moment,
What must the candle have felt,
Of this terrible torment.

Being discarded today,
I know what that candle must think,
Of how cruel this world is,
Which changes in a blink.

It changes in a blink....

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"Your necessities and priorities will keep on changing with this world."