Fireflies

The heat brings the clouds, the clouds bring the rains, and the rains bring the fireflies. In the deepest and darkest nights a speck of light is simply beautiful. But, when there are thousands of tiny blinking lights, it is brilliant! And if you can brave the dark and step into its impounding starkness, you could happen to come across some pure magic. It seems like the entire Milky Way has descended from the sky on to the land. Here's to catching the magic while it lasts; before it burns out.

Wishes are like fireflies, be one or many, when one comes true is simply beautiful and when thousands come true, it's pure magic. Can we be happy if only one wish came true? Or we wish we had a thousand and all our thousand wishes came true. Then we could experience some pure magic! 'Cause when one wish comes true, there are so many more waiting to take its place. At end of it all, it is about how much did I score. One or thousands. Do I even remember the first wish I made, that came true? Did I capture the magic?

Or say what. I make this only one wish. And wait for it to come true. And when it does, it will be simply beautiful and I will be happy and never wish again. Well, will never need to wish again. Then what about the magic?

Then there are the fireflies that always look brilliant when you see them in thousands. Well, there's the magic! Someday I will brave the dark and step out in the deepest and darkest nights and catch a sight of their brilliance.