The+Light+Bulb-AndrewG

Silently, Glowing, Like a moth to a flame, People are drawn to it, In the darkness.
 * = The Light Bulb || [[image:ca-rhapsodicwritingsch1:500px-Speaker_Icon_svg.png link="http://broadcast1.caryacademy.org/faculty/Briarly_White/poetry/chapter3/andrewg3thelightbulb.mp3"]] ||
 * = Sitting,

When the bulb goes to sleep, It is unpredictable, It could slumber for hours, Days, or years.

It could hibernate, Like a bear in the winter, Or it could flicker, Like a humming bird’s wings.

It could constantly work, Like an underpaid man, Or it could shatter, And be replaced with an heir, Like a king or a queen.

The light bulb is a fire, A flame inside of a small glass bulb, Providing when the sun cannot. || ||