Candle. Wicker. Light.
It is only but a flame,
only but such delight.
Burning. Hope. Desire.
It is only but a glow,
a gleaming ember of fire.
It is a wicker,
such a small flicker.
Yet, next to candle light,
I can feel so insignificant.
Fire. Authority. Power.
It does not last,
more so than an hour.
Only a small amount of time.
Yet, I feel irrelevant.
When my eyes are weak and cannot see
the sun is always there for me,
to make things dazzle, to make things clear,
with the sun great things appear.
The sun is vast, it's also bright
it gives off such a guiding light.
When the sun shines on my face
I feel a pleased and splendorous grace.
To think of all the things it has done
it makes me want to thank the Sun
for all the years of wondrous pleasure.
I thank God for this wonderful treasure.
Candle. Wicker. Light.
It is only but a flame,
only but such delight.
Burning. Hope. Desire.
It is only but a glow,
a gleaming ember of fire.
It is a wicker,
such a small flicker.
Yet, next to candle light,
I can feel so insignificant.
Fire. Authority. Power.
It does not last,
more so than an hour.
Only a small amount of time.
Yet, I feel irrelevant.
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Sacajawea was an American Indian who accompanied Lewis and Clark on their expedition. She traveled thousands of miles acting as an interpreter and as a guide. She is a symbol of power for women, as well as a symbol of independence. Sacajawea is a very inspiring role model and that's why I dedicate this feature to her.
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