Firefly's Death

On a charming morning, I sat

beneath a maple tree

flower is dancing

one two three.

A fireflies

fall in the green grass.

I picked it up

it dead.

it still burns,

it doesn't know

the end of the night,

darkness rested.

I brought it my home

lying in a flower bed,

a tiny moonstone

in space, standing alone.

I've seen it all day

time to time.

the sparrow came home

but, it still burning.

I sat, beneath a maple tree

dark matter surrounded the sky

thousands of eyes seeing me.

little stars are flying

where the fireflies are lying.

The fireflies have started to be extinguished

like twilight in the afternoon.

it mixing to the dark

clouds that have covered the moon.