Heavy with dew the branches converge
And when it is night these creatures emerge
With diligence they saunter through crevices of flesh
And feed upon bewilderment wherever it’s left
While the moon jeers at the sun for attempting to hide
Hymns of laughter and silhouettes of creatures collide
They flourish the sky with a euphoric light
And cast a spell amongst the silence of night
The creatures thrash against skin to announce their goodbyes
But what shall we call them? We shall call them fireflies