The Dance of Fireflies

In the cradle of a summer night,
When the world is hushed, and stars ignite,
A symphony of whispers fills the air,
As fireflies twinkle, weaving light with care.

Each flicker a note, a brief serenade,
A luminous waltz in the glade,
They flit and flutter, like dreams in flight,
Painting the darkness with their radiant light.

In the gentle breeze, they sway and spin,
Echoing laughter, where memories begin.
With each glowing pulse, they beckon and tease,
Chasing shadows, dancing with ease.

Oh, fleeting moments, so swiftly they come,
Like laughter of children, a soft beating drum.
Each firefly’s glow, a memory’s spark,
A treasure we hold, though it fades into dark.

We dance in their light, we sway with the night,
Lost in the magic, where time feels so right.
But as dawn approaches, the spell must dissolve,
And with it, the questions of how we resolve.

For in the soft glow of their fleeting embrace,
We glimpse at the joys time cannot erase.
Each flicker a promise, a love we once knew,
The dance of the fireflies, a bittersweet hue.

So let us remember the warmth of this night,
The laughter, the whispers, the tender delight.
In the heart of the summer, where memories fly,
We cherish the dance of the fireflies.

As they fade into shadows, the world stirs awake,
Yet the glow of their magic, we’ll always partake.
For every small light that has shimmered and shone,
Reminds us of happiness that’s never alone.

So gather your moments, like fireflies bright,
In jars of remembrance, keep them in sight.
For in the dance of the fireflies, we find,
The joy of our journeys, the ties that bind.

- Khushi Kaul