Fireflies
A peaceful night filled with chirps of crickets,
The rush of a cascading stream,
And the wind blowing gently through the leaves
A rocking chair, beckoning and calling
For the lone woman who rocks it
Back and forth, creaking
The light fades, sucking the warmth from the air
Leaving a chilly peace
Darkness arrives as they come
One by one, flickering and floating
Lighting up the sky and trees
Holding her breath she waits
The yellow pulse of individuals calling for a mate
Then, a release of breath
Waiting for the treat
The pulses match, creating and morphing
Into image after image
Synchronizing at a fast rate
Imagined flowers and diamonds
Light up the woods
As firefly after firefly blink
The twinkling and the chill
Fill her with glee
As she rocks gently, back and forth
Alone in the world, this woman feels calm
Viewing her fireflies
In the still of the night
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