Luminescent lullabies, fireflies in the night,
Fill the sky with wonderment, each miniature lamplight.
Bright yellow-green, lustrous sheen, flitting to and fro,
I wonder if fireflies ever have no place to go.
Beating wings of faerie dreams, magical and rare,
Do fireflies fly with eyes wide open, in a random stare?
Elliptical, iridescent light bulbs on their backs,
I think I'd be but half amazed, if I knew all the facts.
To me, they are small sentinels, for bigger faerie folk,
Guiding lights when night puts on her dark-blue, velvet cloak.
Creatures creep, from out of shadows, when the moon is new,
Firefly faeries light the way. They know just what to do!
I would try to catch one in a jar, when just a tot,
Lightning bugs, we called 'em then. Gosh, there were a lot!
Dancing on the firmament or skimming over rocks,
Bug or faerie, they are very beautiful to watch.