The window’s curtain, lightly blown,
Reveals the lawn that’s newly mown.
But life is dark before my eyes,
For dead of night has swept the skies.
A sudden flash disturbs my sight –
From stillness comes a blink of light.
I grasp the door without a sound,
And step out on the dewy ground.
Across the yard, it zips around,
The firefly that I have found.
So silently I move along
To music of the cricket’s song.
I focus on my bright delight,
And lift my arm up to its height.
I’ve cupped my hands and soon it’s done.
I’ve caught the little ray of sun.
A rush of guilt envelops me,
For now the dark is all I see.
I peer inside my two cupped hands,
And there the sad, gray creature stands.
I part my hands and let it see.
It lights up just once more for me.
It spreads its wings so it may fly
And lifts itself into the sky.
I thrill to watch and see it go,
Happy knowing what I know:
That it will always, always fly.
My light and joy will never die.