A Firefly is set with his heart on the heavens,
As he pushes on, with a straight face,
Barely able to see through his tiny fogged-out goggles.
He’s dead set on escaping the earth’s atmosphere,
He speeds up about to reach the clouds,
A fighter plane soars close by,
Nearly ruining it all,
He makes it through the rain clouds,
And has a few lightning bolts hurled at him,
But the clouds are now far behind him.
He is burning up, little singed wings,
And after the intense fight, and beautiful endurance,
He does it!
With the taste of black empty space in his little mouth,
And a violent earth behind him,
He knows not to look back.
He’s on his way,
And onwards he goes,
Closer and closer to the sun…