The Fireflies

Once I was in woods,

Travelling towards a way to home;

It was a night, so dark,

and I was so blind to see.

I was walking through greenery,

I wish it was a greenery, cause I couldn't see;

still I was walking ,

and crushing the twigs beneath.

Now it was dark and darker,

darker than the night;

The moon lost his shine,

behind the curtain of clouds.

Suddenly it was quite and quieter,

The owls were quite too;

Suddenly I saw red eyes in every nook and cranny,

watching over me.

Now there was many eyes,

covering all the skies;

and they started blinking and blinking,

and started flying and flying.

Now they came close and closer,

and they were getting bright and brighter;

I knew that these weren't eyes,

These were little fireflies.

Now there was light again,

like it was from stars;

And I started walking and walking ;

towards the way to home.

I wish to reach as early as I could,

but the way was to long through dark woods;

The wind started whistling slowly,

like the wolves were howling.

I started feeling scary,

wishing for fairy to show;

the way to my homeland,

and I was walking and walking again.

I saw a light and many lights,

came closer and closer again;

Is it my village?

Is it my home?

Now the fireflies were gone too,

Like I lost them;

but I reached my homeland,

My Sweet Home.