The Last Contestant

The contest shall continue, who will be the winner?
A year ago it was the candle
How she weeps her life away.
The year before, the mango tree
His season stretching into winter.
No surprise her grace, the morning dew, has often won
Offering up lifesaving drops then facing
Fearlessly the blistering sun.
This year's contestants are:
The seed, the worker bees, the fountain and the mirror.
There is yet another one, lagging far behind
It's doubtful he will be selected
Maybe in the future, after all he was designed
Not for taking, but for giving, His munificence perfected.