Fire Fly Poem by Alexander Beebe

When the sunlight fades to darkness and the season’s air is warm,
timid lights appear around you flashing like a meteor storm.
Flying aces with stealth bodies rarely seen while shadows arch,
until such time the show begins, glowing taillights on the march.

The eyes of children gaze in wonder at the spectacle they see,
their parent’s minds are taken back to childhood memories.
A time when troubles never find you, not invited to the show,
smiles and giggles echo softly, watching fireflies aglow.

The chase begins as if they ask you to partake in hide and seek,
choreography well suited for the children on their feet.
Illuminated marvels witnessed by observers young at heart,
a timeless gift from skyward dancers, eager to embrace their part.

When the chase is finally ending and the children rest their heads,
the glowing dancers of the nighttime seem to know it’s time for bed.
The lights less frequent as the night gives final curtain call,
they too take rest on blades of grass as nighttime takes its fall.