5 years ago. Thursday, February 20, 2020 at 7:21 AM
Beneath the clouds of a half crest moon,
A deep gaze penetrates the night,
Where forest creatures flee and make room,
Within my grasp the power of fire and light.
The stars engage and come little closer,
The crickets strings a quickening pace,
The witness on insects blinking lantern,
Floating lightly in deep space.
Invisible wings make it fly,
Expressing nocturnal's lullaby,
The switch of nature in its time,
Then flash, we see the spark of a firefly.
George Green