As fascinating as a star, or the lights on Christmas Eve.
As comforting as a doll, covered in threadbare weave.
As frenzied as the marbles, scattered across the ground.
As rare of a treat, as when the ice cream truck comes ‘round.
A homemade lamp, a glass jar, the glowing bug swirls.
A priceless ring, made with love, by grandpa for his girls.
Never was there a fonder moment seen through a child’s eyes,
Than the captivating magic and wonder of the fireflies.