Like Little Fireflies (From, Occasional Songs) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Like little fireflies,
We come and we go;
All is in a disguise,
With the air will glow.
Longing for flying high,
Where dreams are free;
Going through the sky,
Just to be and be!

All rainbows are there,
In the wings of air;
Golden threads to wear,
Nothing to compare.
Summer's morning fly,
Every place to see;
Winter comes - goodbye,
With its fortuity.

Like little fireflies,
We have life to live;
Earthly wings to rise,
In colors they give.
Morning is bright new,
Dreaming on and on;
Dawn's untouched dew,
For the glow is gone.

All rainbows are there,
In the wings of air;
Golden threads to wear,
Nothing to compare.
- With spiring wings true,
You will see the sun!
Before day is through,
In hoary coloration.