In the hush of twilight’s gentle sigh,
Fireflies awaken, painting the sky.
Tiny beacons in the velvet night,
Guiding dreams with their flickering light.

They dance upon the evening breeze,
Whispering secrets through the trees.
In their glow, the world finds peace,
A fleeting marvel, a night’s release.

Through fields of shadow and moonlit streams,
Their light weaves tales of distant dreams.
Each pulse a heartbeat of the night,
A symphony of silent delight.

Yet as dawn’s first light begins to rise,
They fade away with quiet goodbyes.
Leaving a memory, soft and bright,
Echoes of fireflies, in the heart’s light.