Flying Fire

To experience a Southern, Summer Night
Is really quite a treat
From the crickets, to trees, to stars
It is really something neat

But by far the most amazing things
Come right when the sun is falling
Before the dark and thick night
Before sleep starts calling

These things take off at dusk
And start to perform
Filling the woods with dots of yellow
Creating a most friendly and magical swarm

Where are they during the day?
I truly do not know.
All I know
Is at night I am so very grateful for their glow.

Their heatless light
Adds warmth to my day
And is the reason I will always stay
Here in my corner of the U.S. of A.
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