The Firefly's Light Dance

In a dark meadow on summer night, Where shadows danced in pale moonlight, Lived little lights, a wondrous sight, Ready to twinkle with all their might.

Firefly, the dancer, a tiny spark, Woke from his nap in the cool, cool dark. "Let's light the meadow, leave our mark!" He buzzed, a tiny electric arc.

The flowers listened, sleepy and sweet, Petals unfurled for dancing feet. Red poppies, bluebells, a floral fleet, Waiting for Firefly's luminous beat.

Crickets chirped, a rhythmic sound, As Firefly began to spin around. Up and down, above the ground, His tiny lamp a joyful bound.

He blinked and flashed, a merry chase, Leading the stars to their rightful place. Each tiny spark, with graceful pace, Painting smiles on nature's face.

The flowers glowed, a gentle gleam, Reflecting Firefly's vibrant dream. The crickets sang, a happy theme, A symphony bright, it would seem.

He dipped and soared, a tiny light, Making the dark summer meadow bright. Banishing shadows with all his might, Creating a spectacle pure and white.

Night is bright, no longer bleak, Firefly's dance, a magic peak. Summer's secret, the flowers speak, In this light show, happy and meek.