A firefly carries secrets,
A messenger for the dead.
Every summer my Granny stayed,
I remembered what she said.
Her wrinkled eyes and frowning lines
Were lightened by her gentle grin.
She had a glow, a listening ear,
Together we had stories to share.
Summers left and winters came,
Till it was summer once again.
But those woods where she stood with me,
Are empty with only me.
As twilight falls onto the hill,
Little lights rise from the ground.
They drift above and wander still,
Like a night of summer snow.
To fireflies I bid goodnight,
But only one I bid goodbye.
On this hill I watch it fly,
Till it tangles with the sky.