She is a firefly on a humid June night
A flicker of neon hope in the orchard’s hush,
Dancing on the tip of every possibility,
Her heart is a lantern cupped in fragile hands.
She glimmers in the tall grass, hard to find,
A secret signal pulsing through the dusk
She is the spark no jar can keep,
A thousand wishes with wings, trembling.
Every dream she wears glows electric,
Braided into the darkness of her wild hair
She is the hush before thunder, the laughter after rain,
The bright punctuation on summer’s soft sentence.
She learns her own light by trial and trembling,
Stumbling through tangled roots and breathless air
A beacon for the lost, a dare to the still world:
She is a firefly, becoming the night’s burning song.
16h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 9:09 PM UTC
She is a firefly on a humid June night
A flicker of neon hope in the orchard’s hush,
Dancing on the tip of every possibility,
Her heart is a lantern cupped in fragile hands.
She glimmers in the tall grass, hard to find,
A secret signal pulsing through the dusk
She is the spark no jar can keep,
A thousand wishes with wings, trembling.
Every dream she wears glows electric,
Braided into the darkness of her wild hair
She is the hush before thunder, the laughter after rain,
The bright punctuation on summer’s soft sentence.
She learns her own light by trial and trembling,
Stumbling through tangled roots and breathless air
A beacon for the lost, a dare to the still world:
She is a firefly, becoming the night’s burning song.
Request permission to use this poem