In the forest where the fireflies glow,
Guiding travelers through the night’s dark flow,
Their gentle flicker, a mesmerizing sight,
A guiding beacon, a comforting light.
Amidst the trees, they dance and play,
With their glow, they light the way,
Tiny sparks in the midnight haze,
An enchanting spectacle that truly amaze.
Through the woods, they lead the lost,
Their luminescence, worth any cost,
With every flutter and every blink,
They offer hope, not a single wink.
The travelers follow, with spirits high,
As the fireflies paint the night sky,
Their gentle whispers in the silent air,
A benevolent presence, beyond compare.
Their glow bestows a sense of peace,
And worries and fears begin to cease,
For in the forest where the fireflies roam,
Guidance and comfort shall be known.