
A candle do I see
Standing straight and tall
Just like a tree
A strong base that holds it tight
All throughout the night
Flame atop
Is such a beautiful delight
A number we are given
Each year we pass the test
Just like the rest within the nest
Of humanity, and yes
We are given other things,
Like names that we hold dear
All throughout our years
On this planet
Spinning around the sun, and
Every 365 revolutions we earn another one
In response to the WDYS #57 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.