In the quiet hush of twilight’s embrace,
Tiny lanterns softly trace,
Patterns only darkness knows,
Fireflies begin their nightly shows.

Their flickering language, a Morse of light,
Dancing through the summer night,
Each blink a message, brief and bright,
A chorus of luminous delight.

Beneath the moon’s pale silver gleam,
They live within a waking dream,
Ephemeral sparks of wonder free,
Fireflies, you set my soul alight.