You call me firefly, and that means
I don’t need to be a butterfly, and dress
in bright colors and show off my wings.
In the twilight, my glow makes you smile,
and I glide and hover, drift and reach –
around you – as you cherish my light.
You would never put me in a jar, or ask me
to dim my light. So I land upon your shoulder
to rest, until I am ready to shine again.
Shine on lttle fire fly shine on. May your light always lead the way to a better tomorrow.
Simply heartwarming!
Take care,
Rom
thank you very much
thank you, Benjamin…hugs for you
precious
thanks!
Beautifully simple, simply beautiful.
thank you so much
even firefly’s are beautiful
thank you. i think so, too
Real love, quiet and warm. So beautiful.