The Flickering Flame Poem by Amy Jayne

The flame flickering left, right, up and down,
All of these procedures completed without a sound,
A flame would succeed in what it could,
And whatever life would.

Just think what a single flame would feel like right now,
The privelidge of being commented appreciatively like 'wow',
The flame can enlarge and grow the size of whatever size you want it to become,
Being a flame is alright for some.

A flickering flame can become anything,
From a single flicker to the priveledge to sing,
The humming sound of a billion particals of light,
The bigger the flame, the better the sight.

How many candles are flickering tonight?
The dimmer when the bulbs out of sight,
Its cold when the candles dissapear,
But light another match? They re-appear!