Candles

• Labron Kavana, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2020

When the boiling hot wax burns,
The darkness in the room turns.
The fire is as bright as a light but it’s as painful as a dogs bite.
The light comes from the fire,
That swirls around like a metal wire.
The creators make the wax,
All we have to do it pay the tax.
We use a candle for light,
To lighten up the night and improve your sight.
Some candles have different scents but all are relevant.
Candles are what some people like to buy,
Candles are what some people like to try.
I think candles are great, so are you!