Fireflies

When the sun sets

They come to

Light the rural

Night.

Little fireflies

Casting their

Brief green glow

On us.

Lie on the grass

And look at the inky

Black sky.

They’ll be there.

Bringing the magic

To the peaceful

Evening.

Beauty and vitality

Too big

To be held in a

Pasta jar.

See those little green

Pinspots

Darting this way and that?

Isn’t that neat?

Don’t you wish

There were more

Fireflies?

Where there are none

The night just seems

Dull.

I’ve lived too many

Of those dull nights.

Oh, to feel the

Enchantment

Only a firefly

Can bring.