Released In Time Poem by Ima Ryma

In early morn I walked along
The beach, and I found in the sand
A closed glass jar and something wrong
Inside, I never understand.
Most likely in the night before
Someone thoughtless, as humans are,
Collected prey and chose to store
Them imprisoned in this glass jar.
The prey did move, so seemed alive
As I picked up the jar to look.
I marveled that they did survive,
And quickly off the lid I took.

The imprisoned fireflies flew free,
Sending their lit thank you's to me.