Candle
A candle that flickers
A flame that won't end
No matter how badgering
The gust of wind
The candle grows short
The flame starts to dim
But the candle
Won't let the wind win
There it tenderly sits
Up by the window
Struggling to stay alive
Fighting to glow
The wind comes in many forms
And comes in many ways
The wind comes to try to bring
The end of the flames days
But it still stays strong
And it continues to fight
It shines up very brightly
As the day is turned into night
The flame teeters
But relentlessly still glows
The candle stays bold
No matter how hard the wind blows
The gusts pick up
As the night grows long
But there next to the open window
The flame stays strong
The night comes to an end
As the sun comes up
The candle can now rest assured
For now the window is shut