The Dance Of Fireflies

In the velvet cloak of twilight's hours,
A dance unfolds, like magic in flowers,
Tiny lanterns light the dark,
The fireflies ignite a spark.

With grace and charm, they start to glide,
Their gentle glow, a sight to confide,
A symphony of light and grace,
The dance of fireflies takes its place.

Their twirling flight, a waltz divine,
In meadows, they intertwine,
A ballet on the canvas vast,
A moment's joy that's meant to last.

Through the shadows, they embark,
Their luminous trails paint a mark,
A celestial ballet on display,
As the stars watch in awe and sway.

In the night's embrace, they gleam,
A radiant, ethereal team,
Enchanting all with their glow,
As to the darkness, they bestow.

The dance of fireflies in flight,
A gentle rhythm, pure and bright,
Illuminating the night's embrace,
A magical world, a sacred space.

So let us cherish this wondrous sight,
In the dance of fireflies, take delight,
For in their fleeting, mesmerizing trance,
We find the beauty of life's dance.