Little candle burning bright
shines our way into the night.
Be careful when the wind blows,
all your wax might melt and flow,
leaving you nothing with which to glow.
The dragon creeps upon the ground,
wingless, only its legs to help it around.
Be careful where your fiery breath falls
or you may find the ground
may be set alight all around
leaving you nothing on which to sustain.
If so, can life remain?
Beware that in your enthusiasm
you may drive away
that which you need.
Shine brightly, little star,
but learn to shield yourself
from the winds that blow.