The Firefly's Winter Dream

In forest deep, where snowdrifts sleep, The Firefly's Winter Dream.

A tiny light, in slumber tight, Dreamed of sunbeams, warm and bright. While trees stood tall, in coats of white, And animals snuggled, out of sight.

He dreamt of green, a vibrant scene, Of buzzing bees and flowers keen. He slept so deep, no sound between, Just frosted branches, ever green.

He waited long, for robin’s song, And felt the winter, pulling strong. He hoped with might, for spring’s first light, To chase away the endless night.

Then drip, drip, drop, the snow did stop, And buds unfurled, from root to top. The forest woke, with a gentle pop, The Firefly stirred, about to hop!

He blinked his eyes, a sweet surprise, And zipped and zoomed across the skies! No longer dreaming, but alight, The Firefly shone, with all his might!