Firefly blues

As nightime fills the air,
I flip my light,
Don't stop,
Please stare,
At the whirling pretty lights,
Of daily supper twilight.

I've got to mention right now,
It don't take but a second,
To fill the air,
So bright, no aires,
Of me, my sons, and friends.

As the sun takes us to the end,
Of our faithful day,
We've got to move,
Get up and groove,
To end this fateful day.



To our funky friends, the fireflies, thanks for helping us end our day in a most cheerful way. It reminds us that even in death, you can find some happiness.

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Satisfaction is in the hands."

ISA