Flittering, fluttering, dancing in their flight
Glittering like emeralds throughout the night
The dance begins before sunset and goes on by the light of the moon
It is a ritual we hope won't end soon
In May every lightning bug gets excited
To this dance every firefly is invited
The dance begins when they hover in the air
Then one by one turn on their light for flair
They spin, dip, and dive
While others are continuing to arrive
The lightning bugs continue on through the night
Showing off their little lanterns of light
Finally, they come to a close
After this long dance, a firefly has to doze
Like candles being blown out, the green flashes of light are no more
But not to worry, they will continue for weeks until the final encore
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 9:43 AM UTC
Flittering, fluttering, dancing in their flight
Glittering like emeralds throughout the night
The dance begins before sunset and goes on by the light of the moon
It is a ritual we hope won't end soon
In May every lightning bug gets excited
To this dance every firefly is invited
The dance begins when they hover in the air
Then one by one turn on their light for flair
They spin, dip, and dive
While others are continuing to arrive
The lightning bugs continue on through the night
Showing off their little lanterns of light
Finally, they come to a close
After this long dance, a firefly has to doze
Like candles being blown out, the green flashes of light are no more
But not to worry, they will continue for weeks until the final encore
This is actually a poem I wrote a few years ago on a camping trip. Fireflies were starting to appear, and the Owl City song, Fireflies was stuck in my head. Hello inspiration!
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