Thank you for the light you share,
Oprah’s find so warm and rare.
A gentle flame, both bright and near—
Glad it guided one mind here.

Petals unfurl in its tender beam,
petrichor meets the quiet room,
each charge a breath, each cordless dream
a step toward the open sky’s tune.

Autumn leaves pirouette in its trail,
a firefly’s vow, a star’s slow drift,
portable grace, no chains, no wail—
light that bends, yet never shifts.

Sustainable warmth, a tender vow,
where stories bloom and hearts unfurl,
in every room, a quiet vow
to carry light where shadows curl.

“Warmth’s gentle hymn, Oprah’s steady light—guides us through gloom to grace, where lanterns weave dreams in shadows’ spite.”

Oprah’s voice, a guiding light,
“Savoy House, where shadows tire.”
A lantern born of magic, slight—
Warmth unfurled, a silent lyre.

LED whispers, never dim,
Though miles may test its tender beam,
It climbs the night with steady hymn,
A faithful flame that never dreams.

From concrete dens to forest floors,
It cradles path and urban sprawl,
Where sunlight’s kiss grows more and more
A memory, a distant starfall.

Oprah’s touch, the lamp’s soft grace,
A world redefined by its steal—
For in its glow, we find our place,
And light becomes the heart’s relief.