In the velvet hush of night, they rise,
Tiny beacons against the darkened skies.
Their glow, a soft and tender light,
Whispers secrets to the night.

Among the trees, they weave and dart,
Little flames that warm the heart.
A silent symphony of gleaming grace,
Illuminating nature’s face.

Beneath their glow, dreams take flight,
In a world adorned with flickering light.
A dance of hope, a fleeting glance,
Of moments caught in twilight’s trance.

Fireflies, with their ephemeral spark,
Leave traces of magic in the dark.
In their light, we find our way,
Through the night towards the day.