English Poetry | Childhood Poetries | "Fireflies"
Rare today but a few decades back, eves were not only soothing but were magical. It is still, but the magic has somewhere lost. Remember those days when the grasslands, fields, gardens in the evening started glowing the moment the sun cools down. The tiny, lightning bugs seemed to emerge at different edges of the meadows.
It seemed that the place had transformed into a whole new glittery world of magic and light. It was peace to heart and happiness of relaxation. Going deep down in memory lane I realized how much time has changed, the magical wonders that one can easily encounter a few years back, are now vanished like they never existed.
Sad to say but, the changes cost a lot more than we ever imagined.
Sitting down in the garden, looking at the sunset, I realized the fact that their disappearance is so bad that now not a single firefly is seen. I do not know whether it is bad or too bad, but I know the childhood of many of us has somewhere very closely attached to these little, magical glories that are missing now.
Thinking about this I decided to save these childhood firefly memories in the paper.
Dedicating to those childhood joys, this poetry can take you back to your times, and will once again introduce you to the most beautiful moments of life.
With this small desire in my heart to take you back in memories, I have weaved this poetry. Hope you love this and enjoy your magical moment.
English Poetry | Childhood Poetry
"The Fireflies"
With the last rays of the sun,
The meadows turning darker,
The shadows disappearing,
No moon in the stratosphere,
The galaxy was full,
With the millions of stars,
Space has reached the earth,
Crossing the distance so far,
Some beetles started their band,
When the darkness approached,
Crickets gathered,
To try a new tone,
Little did it take,
For the earth to take rest,
When the tulips inhaled,
Some drowsy breaths,
A little light appeared,
Between tiny bushes,
Like the little lamps,
Filled with helium bases,
Slowly rising,
Leaving the land behind,
The enchanting sight,
Demands to lose in the divine.
Years later when found,
The magic was gone,
The firefly field turns,
Into the illusions of dawn.
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