What is light,if there were nothing to be shone by it,
these objects of bright a reminder of it's materialistic glory;

And what is light,to a needy child,sitting by the window beneath it,
where he sees the world shine by it's luminescence,except the darkness within;

And what of light,if it ain't bright,
would it still be the signature of hope,an aura of positive,
which it does proudly carries;

Would it be still more divine,
if it's all,except of as it is?