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.