As the peace of evening descends on the earth
The fireflies start to blink spreading tiny beacons
Dancing in the air, the trees, close to the grass
First here then there and there is no way to capture 
The magic they spread to the night, a photo 
Does no justice to that briefest of blinks that dot the yard
Maybe it's because their so near, maybe it's because they are
Scattered over such a space, maybe it's our belief
Of the light shining in the darkness and the light is 
Not put out but dances through the air to our hearts
A reminder of all that is mystery in the peace of the night