Analysis of A Candle in the Wind

Nothing gold stays too long.
Nature’s first green is gold.
She then transforms her form
as leaves subside to leaf.

When dawn gives way to day
a single leaf can flower
in this early morning hour,
a green and golden bower.

Your soft-scented candle,
drenched with fragrant whispers
caresses gentle hues
and hides my grief from view.

Dusk tarnishes all gold,
and leaves fall carelessly.
A candle in the wind –
you blew a while for me.