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.