When the sunlight fades to darkness and the season’s air is warm, <br />timid lights appear around you flashing like a meteor storm. <br />Flying aces with stealth bodies rarely seen while shadows arch, <br />until such time the show begins, glowing taillights on the march. <br /> <br />The eyes of children gaze in wonder at the spectacle they see, <br />their parent’s minds are taken back to childhood memories. <br />A time when troubles never find you, not invited to the show, <br />smiles and giggles echo softly, watching fireflies aglow. <br /> <br />The chase begins as if they ask you to partake in hide and seek, <br />choreography well suited for the children on their feet. <br />Illuminated marvels witnessed by observers young at heart, <br />a timeless gift from skyward dancers, eager to embrace their part. <br /> <br />When the chase is finally ending and the children rest their heads, <br />the glowing dancers of the nighttime seem to know it’s time for bed. <br />The lights less frequent as the night gives final curtain call, <br />they too take rest on blades of grass as nighttime takes its fall.<br /><br />Alexander Beebe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fire-fly-6/
