The flame, it flickers with a gentle breeze;
it is weak and strong with ease.
It's light can pierce the darkest night,
and cast away your dearest fright.
Hold it close would guide your way,
until the light of morning day.
Carfull now, it can bite-
if you are close to that flame's light.
Adam M. Snow
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-flame-18/
