You Call Me Firefly

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You call me firefly, and that means

I don’t need to be a butterfly, and dress

in bright colors and show off my wings.

In the twilight, my glow makes you smile,

and I glide and hover, drift and reach –

around you – as you cherish my light.

You would never put me in a jar, or ask me

to dim my light.  So I land upon your shoulder

to rest, until I am ready to shine again.