Fireflies

They appear in the eerie night,

Aren’t capable of giving a hideous fright.

Like dazzling fairy lights, they look,

Under a tree with a fascinating book.

 

I caught a weak one in my hand,

It sedately faded away in my hand.

I left it steadily on the ground,

It started to warmly glow again, I found!

It rose in the chill, night air,

As the distant stars, it started to flare!

I can’t shine nor emit the bright light,

In the peaceful, dark night.

But I patiently wait each night for them,

They glow vividly, just like a gem.