Night Life

Faeries fly around.

The night alight with them.

Their wings transparent.

Their small bodies flit around.

Those who see them,

Swear they're magic.

Only at night can you see them.

Only then their light it bright.

Little children smile and point and smile,

They swear they shouldn't exist.

Yet they take delight,

In seeing them fly.

These Faeries,

These mythical creatures,

We have something just like it.

Ordinary as butterflies.

Our creatures, 

They're just like Faeries.

Some call them lightning bugs,

Yet I just call them fireflies.

Author's Note

Bored at the park..

Reviews

[Adelina Keith]

I love this poem so much. It is very well written. I love how it turns something as simple as a firefly into something so magical.

[Mizuki Tsukiakari]

This poem is precious. I loved it. ;p

[Ashley.M.E]

Ahh, remember the days where you could run around like a fool and no one thought you were crazy for it!. I like this poem, glad you made it kids, because I know some adults who believe in fairies and it's a little odd when they try to chase them and their is nothing there...

[deeps]

I enjoyed this write very lovely.