Fireflies?

I opened my eyes and saw a light;

through childish sight

the light took flight.

"Fireflies!"

cried my sister dear

but I saw fairies

flitting near.

Little wings

delicate and soft

they would break

if I merely coughed.

I closed my eyes

and sprouted wings

a firefly

of the spring.

Listen, listen,

do you hear me sing?

The trees are the chorus

rustling in the wind,

the river adds music

wild and unpinned.

My wings carry me

higher and higher

I feel my soul

burning with fire--

"Sister! Sister!"

blink blink

open my eyes

but I still like to believe

that they're

not just

fireflies.

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