One can be all there is,
the first of all the ones that come,
the one all this
time you knew was right.

One can be too much to handle
or not enough if you are greedy,
and not for you if you are needy.
With the power out, one candle
may not be enough to light the house.

But one little shining star
along the mass of grey, or green in war
with black, can be enough to brighten up
the park at night. One light to make the road
less scary.