In the quiet of the evening glow,
Candles flicker with a gentle light.
Shadows dance as breezes flow,
Bringing warmth to the cool night.

Each flame tells a whispered tale,
Of love, of loss, of dreams unseen.
Their glow is soft, yet never frail,
A beacon in the dark serene.

Though small in size, their light is grand,
A symbol of hope in times of despair.
They stand with courage, hand in hand,
Illuminating the midnight air.

As wax melts and time moves on,
Candles remind us to cherish each day.
For in their light, our fears are gone,
And in their glow, we find our way.