The Dance of the Fireflies

Beneath the velvet curtain of the night,
Where darkness and shadows find their delight,
A ballet begins in the moonlit glade,
The dance of the fireflies, a serenade.

Tiny lanterns, aglow with mystic light,
They twirl and flutter, a celestial sight.
Their gentle hum, a harmonious tune,
In the heart of the forest, beneath the moon.

With wings aglimmer, a dance they weave,
A waltz through the air, a web they conceive.
Their luminescent trails, like stardust bright,
Painting the canvas of the tranquil night.

A ballet of whispers, a symphony hushed,
In the midst of the woods, where dreams are brushed.
Their dance, a language, untold and pure,
Nature’s enchantment, forever endure.

They pirouette and sway, a rhythm divine,
In the moonlit meadow, where enchantments entwine.
Each firefly a star, a guide in the dark,
Illuminating the night, a celestial spark.

Oh, dance on, tiny dancers of the night,
In your radiant ballet, pure and bright.
For in your fluttering, we find a grace,
A reminder of magic, in nature’s embrace.