firefly

under the protection of the moon
after the flaming sun has had its time
little eyes watch patiently
for the twinkling magic to stir.

light layers of cotton
comforts the little bodies
as they lay in the cool damp grass
which tickles from head to toe

waiting quietly
laying under the crowded starry sky
they gaze in awe, through the breaks in the trees
searching and sifting through the mystical lands...

but look,
bits of magic begin to appear
one. two. three.

barefoot they dance quietly
weaving through the floating magic specs
light here and there
where will it be next?

little dots of sun linger under the night sky
oh how these little bits of magic makes the heart flutter and the imagination fly.