My spark, my light

said the little lightning bug,

waking at twilight

to enter the dark.

My spark, my light

yawned the little lightning bug,

against this blackness

her form was stark.

My spark, my light

sang the little lightning bug,

as she whizzed through

the silver forests of Wren.

My spark, my light

chanted the little lightning bug,

knowing, to convince herself

it must be said.

My spark, my light

uttered the little lightning bug,

as she blinked her pattern

into the night.

My spark, my light

voiced the little lightning bug,

letting everyone see

and fighting the fright.

My spark, my light

stated the little lightning bug,

as she found the edge

of the shimmering lake.

My spark, my light

intoned the little lightning bug,

this was true

and no mistake.

My spark, my light

yelled the little lightning bug,

calling through the distance

across the heather.

My spark, my light

asked the little lightning bug,

to friends who dance their purpose

no matter the weather.

Our spark, our light

answered the little lightning bugs,

as they rose to meet each other

with unconcealed glee.

Our spark, our light

recited the little lightning bugs,

as their bodies twinkled

in harmony.