Blinking in the balmy breeze
Beneath the old oak tree,
Signs of summer sunlight found
Winking back at me.

Just when dusk begins to break
And the crickets sing in tune,
Little flashes of mysteries
Appear like the July moon.

Scurrying out to join the fun
With my Mason jar in hand,
Any twinkle sought tonight
Will be in high demand.

Pinch their tails without regret,
For they will regrow,
Then place them on the flower ring
And admire them while aglow.

Floating like the stars above,
Little fireflies burning bright,
Come dance and play with us
Until it's time to bid good-night.