Tonight
I witnessed fields full of lightning bugs - fireflies - and actually
cried to see so many.
It has been a few years since I've seen any in my
neighborhood. And so, I can again share this.
"Fireflies" ©2014 Noreen Braman
As dusk darkens my yard,
hundreds of tiny lights rise from the grass, like silent fireworks. The
yard is alive with light. As I watch these little stars twinkle, it is
hard to remember that this is the magic of an insect, not some ethereal
spirit.
I am awed by the
evolutionary miracle that has taken place so that fireflies can find a
mate in the summer darkness. Suddenly, I am aware of the mystical
importance of it all — primeval life going on amid the suburban rubble.
As humans, we can feel
that only our own existence is important, that somehow we have the power
over life. And yet, nature is there, gently reminding us that life goes
on, with or without us. As long as I can see fireflies doing their
dance on a hot, summer evening, I'll know there is hope for the world.
©2014 Noreen Braman
updated from my previously published version that appeared in Sunshine Magazine.
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