The Song of Melting

Beneath a sun, both bright and bold, A scoop of sunshine spun from gold. Creamy vanilla, a child's delight, Melting slow, in the midday's light. Sticky fingers, a sugary chase, Laughter rings in this sun-drenched space. Sweetness drips, a joyous song, A fleeting pleasure, where none lasts long. But wait, a flicker, a different glow, A candle's flame, dancing soft and slow. Waxy pearls, in rivulets descend, As fragrant whispers, the heavens ascend. No childish glee, but a tranquil hush, A solitary flame, a gentle gush. Warmth and light, a comforting sight, Burning steady, throughout the night. One melts in laughter, brilliant and brief, A burst of joy then fades from sight. The other burns, a steady guide, Through darkness deep, where shadows hide. Yet both surrender, to the same decree, A fleeting form, what they used to be. One a burst of sugar, one a pure fragrance, Both a reminder, that beauty won't endure. But in their melting, a lesson we find, Embrace the moment, for peace of mind. Savour the sweetness, the light's gentle sway, For even endings, pave the way. For life itself, is a flame that burns, Bright and strong, then softly returns. Live with passion, like the ice cream's embrace, And find solace, in the candle's gentle grace.