SUMMER'S EVE FIREFLIES

  

            I watch them go.

            I watch them glow.

  I want to know how.

   How they glow.

   How they know.

            I watch them fly,

            though the night sky.

   I see them with my eye.

  Through the night, bright.

            They go so far.

            Maybe collect them in a jar.

          

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