As you gaze into the darkness,
To the nightingale's song listening,
Be still for but a moment;
In the shadows, see the glistening.
For though the flowers dream,
And the trees no longer sway,
This garden does not sleep
In the absence of the day.
See them twinkling 'tween the grass blades,
Watch them dancing in the air,
Hear them sing to one another
With no voice, nor sound, nor care.
The blinding love of fireflies;
So soft and yet so strong.
Proof that, e'en through darkness,
Love's gentle glow burns on.

- p. winter