In the dusky hush before night,
fireflies break the veil of twilight,
flashing moments of magic
that pulse like tiny stars.
The air is thick with mystery,
as the world falls asleep,
a blanket of stillness
wrapped ‘round the tired trees.
Insects serenade the dance
of dusk, a hum of life
that tumbles softly,
into the arms of night.
Breathe deep this fragile peace,
for tomorrow will awaken,
a new day to greet,
atach the sunlight to the sky.

• Lanford Wilson