Fireflies' Dance

Over the country corn fields

The fireflies dance among each other

Speaking in their language of light

Above an August moon shines

Thin clouds pass over its face

The cherry color gives it a mystical hue

One romantics could admire

All the while the evening falls

The fireflies continue their ball

Not really caring a bit at all

Swirling above the corn tassles

They don't mind being watched

Their ballet simply bedazzles

Watching them frolic on the drive home

A perfect way to unravel.

August 17, 2005