RedRavenPoems

In the nighttime it begins. The light within them shines again. Up they rise flicker now. Soon they will be flashing, oh wow.

Children laugh. Children play. As the lights try to evade. They catch them in their little hands. Hold them tight is their plan.

A simple sign that summers come, is when this game has begun. The shimmer lights, the children cries of delight. As they chase the fireflies so bright.