109  Shine  Like an Olympic torch  Marching through the night  Til it reaches its final resting place For all to see And stand in awe

Glow Like a firefly after sunset Glaring as it leaves its trail Of pixie dust behind That the children Should smile in thrill

Burn Like a summers wildfire; Uncontrollably, persistently, passionately... That it should take A hailstorm Just to quench your thirst