The Dance of the Fireflies

In the velvet night’s embrace they rise,
Tiny sparks, like stars in earthly skies.
Amidst the leaves and whispers of the trees,
The fireflies come to dance on gentle breeze.

Their lanterns aglow with a soft, mystic light,
They waltz and twirl, a ballet of the night.
A thousand stories in their radiant flight,
They paint the dark with enchanting sprite.

With grace, they hover, their secret ballet,
Each flicker of light a part in the play.
Their silent music, a serenade of the dark,
In the meadow’s hush, they leave their mark.

The dance of the fireflies, a sight to behold,
A shimmering tapestry of green and gold.
They tell of magic in the tranquil night,
Where dreams take flight in soft, glowing light.

These creatures of wonder, a nocturnal crew,
Illuminate the world with a charm so true.
In the quiet of evening, they enchant our eyes,
In the symphony of darkness, the dance of fireflies.