There it goes..torching around;
Moving with a buzzing sound,
breaking the silence of night into the open maze
flies with a free soul, it has no bound;
In thousands they fly, live and survive -
Living life to the fullest, I suppose
Small thing it is... yet, strong to cast away darkness
glowing in it's tiny body, with energy to revive.
Reaching at every corner of darkness
blinking on and off, decorating the lawn
into a garden of lighted flowers; beauty it is
to watch the countless torches.
Sitting at the porch, on those long summer nights
and those of winter beside a bonfire; sets the soul free.
Even the starred Sky must be watching over the Earth
illuminated with innumerous lamplights.
Moving with a buzzing sound,
breaking the silence of night into the open maze
flies with a free soul, it has no bound;
In thousands they fly, live and survive -
Living life to the fullest, I suppose
Small thing it is... yet, strong to cast away darkness
glowing in it's tiny body, with energy to revive.
Reaching at every corner of darkness
blinking on and off, decorating the lawn
into a garden of lighted flowers; beauty it is
to watch the countless torches.
Sitting at the porch, on those long summer nights
and those of winter beside a bonfire; sets the soul free.
Even the starred Sky must be watching over the Earth
illuminated with innumerous lamplights.
Fireflies do have this nostalgia inducing magic in them. They take people to there childhood and those easy evenings of games and play.
ReplyDeleteThe first short story I wrote on my website WatStory was about them as well Fireflies in the sky. (http://watstory.com/story/view/845/fireflies-in-the-sky)
Yes, they do.
ReplyDeleteI have gone through your site and it looks like a pool of creativity. I did read the short story and it's well written. Thanks for sharing the hyperlink Varun.