Lighting your way in a torch,
In a desklamp lighting your work,
Glowing faintly to comfort in a nightlight,
Hanging from the ceiling giving light to a room.
The sun is hot and bright like a giant bulb.
Bulbs have wires that heat up and glow
Unless they get too hot and snap.
Light guides and reassures.
Bulbs are needed everyday.

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