In the wee hours of the night
A little girl sneaks out of sight
Down the stairs,she quietly creeps
Hoping that nobody from their room peeps.
She prances in the garden,happy and free
Beneath the boughs of the old maple tree
She has scarcely a worry;not a care
She knows 'the glowing' will soon be there.
All of a sudden, fireflies light up the sky
Every nook and corner, every low and high
She steps out,shyly,into the light
And gets engulfed in its glory;powerful and bright
Ah! Fire , water and wind may flow
But nothing's more glorious than the fireflies' glow
So,friends come out and embrace the glowing
For, ever once in a while it makes a showing.
