They can save you in a black out.
They’re as waxy as a beehive
Their fragrances are delightful
They are as lively as a forest with tropical animals
flickering in the wind,
giving off heat like a leaking faucet dripping off water…
slowly but surly
relaxing and peaceful like a sunset at the beach
can you guess what it is?
…..candles.
I love this poem. The description you have is excellent and I just like how it leaves you in suspense.