Chasing Fireflies

With fond childhood memories
In the dimmest evening light,
Holding jar and lid in hopes
Of catching fireflies that night.

In wonderment and excitement
Your imagination soars.
Nature and all its many gifts
That can’t be found in a store.

To run, to scoop those tiny stars
That light for a second or two.
View their magic in that jar;
Setting them free when I’m through.