Firefly
A little light is going by, Is going up to see the sky, A little light with wings.
I never could have thought of it, To have a little bug all lit And made to go on wings.
Elizabeth Madox Roberts
A little light is going by, Is going up to see the sky, A little light with wings.
I never could have thought of it, To have a little bug all lit And made to go on wings.
A child watches a firefly drift upward into the evening sky and feels pure wonder at how strange and lovely it is. The speaker describes the insect simply as “a little light with wings,” as if it were a tiny lantern that can fly.
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