Birth in the Sky

I filled a jar with fireflies,

Punched many holes atop for air,

Kissed each one as I placed inside,

The next morning, they were not there.

They’d slipped through the numerous holes,

And risen as pinpoints of light,

Set between celestial poles,

To join others’ sparkling delight.

Now children's folly tinged with love,

Fills the sky from millions of jars,

Beacons of hope hung up above,

Each child's fancy creating stars.

Follow always these well-lit spheres,

They’ll take you where you wish to be,

Transform your path, help to appear,

Your own amazing destiny.