They swarm the midnight grass and light up even the darkest field on earth. Hard to catch, that may be, but beautiful to look at as they seem. Each light, individually, jumps out as little bulbs of light, The little light of hope. The light that, while lighting up that large field, lights up your whole night, and makes the day you lived worth living. So beautiful just to stare in complete awe, wonder, happiness. like a flame in the night. No, that's not right. Like a candle in the dark. No, hardly that. What can they be, these magical creatures of the field. I watch their lights shine so brightly but it's over in a blink of an eye As their light finally burns out. But no need to worry, because many others join in to help light the field. And just as you'd hoped that firefly, that star comes back and lights up again, just like a star in the sky. Like stars in the field.
Each light,
individually,
jumps out as little bulbs of light,
The little light of hope.
The light that,
while lighting up that large field,
lights up your whole night,
and makes the day you lived
worth living.
So beautiful just to stare
in complete awe,
wonder,
happiness.
like a flame in the night.
... gosh ... that's just stunning poetry ... how amazingly beautifully written with such simplicity and magic ... you're not a poet ... you're a magician ... :) ... i spent my childhood in a place that had tea gardens ... and i cannot begin to tell you how beautiful those tea gardens looked under a starry blanket of fire flies ... you reminded me of my most enchanting and enthralling memories ever ... spectacular verse ... and a big, big thank you to Victoria for sharing this with me ... thank you so much ... :) ... 100/100 ...
cute little story here. I remember running thru fields with a jar hoping to catch just one for a short time, to study, before releasing. each light is like a soul searching for its proper place. good job.
I just love fireflies... wish we had them here in Cali... I never thought of them as a symbol of a glimmer of hope in the darkness till I read this fantastic piece
Each light,
individually,
jumps out as little bulbs of light,
The little light of hope.
The light that,
while lighting up that large field,
lights up your whole night,
and makes the day you lived
worth living.
So beautiful just to stare
in complete awe,
wonder,
happiness.
like a flame in the night.
Amazing write! Those are my favorite lines. I loved this. Thanks for sharing this masterpiece with me. :)
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So these things are always hard to fill out but I suppose I'm going to try to describe me as best as possible.
My name is Sam. Some people call me Sammy poo, Sam Bug, or simply Sam Loo. I'm .. more..