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,
determined to convince
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 light was her own
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 palpable glee.
Our spark, our light
recited the little lightning bugs,
as their tiny bodies twinkled
in harmony.
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Bugsy Watts
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