Firefly, oh sweet, dear Firefly, why you must use a mask to hide yourself? Do you not see how beautiful you’ve always been to me? A flying gem, is what you are to me, a tiny phoenix, rising above, cinders from an abandoned cottage. I know it may seem strange, maybe it’s the lethargy during this time of Summer, sometimes I can be a bummer.
But, my dear Firefly, little phoenix, you are not strange but a strong petite love.