My World is a Sun, but I'm a Candle

In the realm of dreams, where I dare to kindle,

My world is a sun, radiant and resplendent.
Yet in the grand tapestry where I stand,
I'm but a candle, in this vast, endless land.

With brilliance and fire, the sun takes its flight,

A beacon of glory, a radiant light.
But here in my corner, I softly glow,
A flickering flame in the night's gentle flow.

The sun paints the heavens with colors so grand,

A canvas of dreams, it tirelessly fans.
But I cast my glow on a modest space,
A humble reminder in this boundless chase.

In my world of hopes, where ambitions unfurl,

I may not be a sun that lights up the world.
Yet, in this quiet, determined candle's embrace,
I bring warmth and hope to this finite space.
Though the sun may outshine with its dazzling might,
My candle, undaunted, will still shine bright.
For even a candle, in darkness so deep,
Can nurture a dream, in hearts it will keep.

So let the world bask in the sun's golden gleam,

While I, as a candle, in shadows may seem.
For within my glow, a spark will remain,
A testament to dreams that forever sustain.