In the quiet hush of twilight’s embrace,
Fireflies awaken, lighting the space.
Their gentle glow, a flickering rhyme,
Tells stories of an ancient time.

Beneath the moon’s soft, silvery light,
They weave a tapestry, pure and bright.
Silent whispers in the cool night air,
Speak of dreams that linger there.

Each tiny spark, a beacon of hope,
Guiding lost souls, helping them cope.
In their dance, a promise they keep,
To watch over the world as we sleep.

So let the fireflies lead the way,
Through the mysteries of the night and day.
For in their light, we find our peace,
A gentle reminder, worries release.