How Is It, To Be A Firefly?

A girl sits on the front porch all the time
When dawn, daytime, twilight, and pitch black night
At dawn sees dew
At daytime sees butterflies and dragonflies
At pitch black night sees fireflies

But her favorite one is at the pitch black night
Because she can hear the voices of crickets
Dance of fireflies

And, that girl asks……

How is it, to be a firefly?
How is it, to dance in a pitch black night accompanied with the voices of crickets?
How is it, to shine on the dark night brightly?

By: Lara Willis