We'll surely destroy, The darkness of ignorance. We'll surely destroy, The darkness of ignorance.

This poem is about Firefly and its beautiful luminescence This poem is about Firefly and its beautiful luminescence

Little hand sparks fly And go away to reply Little hand sparks fly And go away to reply

The poem describes the weather. The poem describes the weather.

In every vein of ours, There are drops of zeal and fervour. In every vein of ours, There are drops of zeal and fervour.

There is this mountain ahead Of soaring height and scary extent There is this mountain ahead Of soaring height and scary extent