Summer nights had lost their luster
As a million fireflies dim their embers;
Only in nostalgia could we glance
Those scenes where they once danced
Lost are their glimmer—
The forests mourn their partners
For they've taken its tiny souls
Mystic glows that made them whole
Their embers were put to rest,
And murk swallowed these blessed;
Their shine that wanes to bloom
Now forever sleeps in gloom.
I saw a post about that we might become the last generation to see the beauty of fireflies, so well... I made this.