In the hush of twilight’s tender embrace,
Fireflies dance with a gentle grace.
Their glow, a soft and fleeting light,
Guides the wanderer through the night.

Amidst the shadows, they flicker and play,
Tiny beacons in the darkened bay.
A symphony of silence, whispers untold,
Stories of warmth in the evening’s cold.

Each spark a promise, a dream to chase,
In the quiet meadow, an ethereal space.
Where time is lost in their radiant flight,
And hearts find peace in the tranquil night.

Oh, fleeting wonders of the starry glen,
You light the paths of both beasts and men.
With every glow, a hope ignites,
In the tender realm of firefly nights.