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. There’s a gentle sense of surprise in the second stanza: the idea that a bug could be “all lit” and made to move through the air seems almost too magical to be real. The mood is quiet, curious, and full of childlike amazement. Rather than explaining or analyzing the firefly, the poem invites readers to share that moment of noticing something small and miraculous in ordinary life. It feels light and happy, like a summer dusk.
Firefly — Summary
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.