The Firefly...

The Sun rises with pride,

The' bringer of dawn'... he says... he is...

Shines arrogant, burns bright...

Equal he says ...all brutal and contrite...

Life in many forms...

Hails his name...

He smiles and laughs seeing the insignificant...

His ways grow harsh ...grow more rampant...

As tiny as he could be...

Hides in the woods the gifted one...

Knows not that he is the' hope'...

Hope in the night ...the darkest one...

The Sun sets ablaze all the dried and the dead...

The mauve now  turns to fiery red...

He breathes in the heat, fills his chest...

Molten spreads the solar dread...

Blinded by the light, troubled by the heat...

The bug dares not to step out of the hiding...

He waits and waits longer...

Patience is all what he is preserving...

The fall then begins...

The dusk creeps in and infects the Sun...

The diseased ...now coughs and turns black and blue...

Challenged by time and age ...he finds no clue...

His end comes nearer...

He burns himself to ashes in the evening...

His arrogant remains swallowed mercilessly by the ocean...

He is gone...gone for the night ...to be reborn in the morning...

He gathers guts and steps out now...

Shaky and scared...timid and tiny...

The world seems so hostile to him...

Filled with suns so many ...hot and shiny...

               

He sees the dark...several times misses the mark...

            Gathers himself ...and finally... lights his little spark...

And there is light!

All around him...and within...

Fearless and strong he sees the twinkling stars applaud for him...

He has conquered the worst ...with his gift so unseen...

  

The life and death of the Sun now don't really matter...

The firefly smiles to see the way crystal clear

He has found himself in his light...he prays...

If not the day...the night is mine ...he says...