I pushed aside the hanging ivy
and stepped into a world of wonder
where fireflies dwelled under the moon
and the flora fell soft to shadows
“Fear not,” said firefly,
“For beauty never sleeps.”
He rest upon silken petals--
a throne of luminescence,
gold with drops of light.
I drew close, closer,
his kin took cover, too;
flower beds shroud in night
and like magic; sweet, sweet magic,
the whole garden came to life.
“But how,” I asked them,
“How can this be?
The flowers lie asleep,
but your tails, they make them glow.
The sun has gone to rest,
and all enchantments
need be seen, lie here.”
The firefly just gazed and laughed,
and raised one leg to share.
“Enchantments like this
are all around us,
it's all just where and when.”
And so I left and bid them farewell,
through the same hanging ivy,
once again to be greeted
by solitary night. |
Submission Name: Enchanted
