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.

It never fades away, For it ignites splendidly... It never fades away, For it ignites splendidly...

You never know if sparks will fly. You never know if sparks will fly.