When daylight left and sky turned black,
we returned to our warm and cozy shack
to find, Oh my! The light left on
after several months of the two of us gone.

The bulb burned bright a gentle glow,
feeding the flowers that near the window did grow.
Without a Sun the lilies would die,
but the bulb gave light through the dark, cold night.

I went for the switch but you grabbed at my arm
and asked why on this light I would wish harm.
Decided we to not extinguish the rays
so as to give light to flowers on sunless days.