The Dance of Fireflies

In the stillness of the evening, a glow flickers above the grass,
a silent assembly of minuscule lights weaving patterns of mystery.
Each firefly, a beacon of transient beauty, echoes the journeys
of footsteps that imprint on the earth, then vanish with the dawn.

There are paths here, taken by many, perhaps leading
to forgotten tales or hidden treasures. But the truth is,
like these fireflies, we move often without destination,
following lights that promise more than they can deliver.

The dance continues.
Look up, and you might see your reflection in their glow.
Or follow another path into the dark.
Or perhaps stay awhile and listen.