The sky is black as the ocean’s heart,
Yet a flash of light rejects defeat.
Not brought on by the clouds and rain,
He flashes for the heat.
The summer smiles a half-moon smile,
While the fireflies slowly dance.
Twirling, flickering, while crickets play,
Sweet tunes of June’s romance.
The brooks and streams have slowed their pace,
Relaxed and singing quiet songs.
The stars begin to wake up now,
Emerging in excited throngs.
A flash of light appears again,
How he does love to dance,
With streams, and stars and fireflies,
And sweet tunes of June’s romance.