by Sandra Conner
Fireflies – lightning bugs — brighten up the night.
Blinking here, blinking there – in constant flight.
It matters not how tiny is their light; it captures me;
And every time they blink and wink, again I look to see.
Because no matter how thick the darkness of the night,
It does not have the power at all to overcome that light.
The Happy Wordcrafter 
Fireflys, fascinating things aren’t they? Good poem Sandra.
Thanks. And yes I’ve been fascinated by them since childhood. I did my share of catching them in a jar — like almost every kid in our neighborhood. We’d watch them a while and then let them go, of course.