Firefly

Firefly We were sleeping on balmy nights Blinds were awakening in sticky October People were waiting and whispering during the flight Mob was ecstatic and somber. Sylph, a beautiful nymph emerges from nowhere She rushes and lushes everywhere She fused folks around the globe She knows how to handle the mob! Glowing with grace and dignity She wears the mask of purity She is the little princess of another planet People call and admire her rarity. Sometimes she seems like the butterfly of words worth Sometimes she is the song of autumn of Keats Sometimes she is lyrics of Shelley's wind And sometimes, she is the Muse of Earth. Her aura is majestic and ecstatic She is the unheard poem of Romantics People name her Tajallah She is the oxygen in universal law!