The late night dew tickles our toes,

Our voices whispering late into the night

The clear, crisp sky is nothing,

Compared to the fireflies’ show so bright.

Their iridescent glow, the distant buzz

They create haphazard patterns on their lazy trek.

Our hands intertwined, we can’t help but to giggle

Because the fireflies’ light gives off smiles.

Can’t you see? This is our show.

God gave us something special for our day.

Lay back motionless; breathe so gracefully,

Even if the grass tickles our toes.