A girl was busy braiding her hair
Hair locks tickling her face
The chorus was the whistling air
A composition synonymous to solace.
The musical symphony turned discord
By a voice from a corner
It was a cry which felt implored
The noise only grew louder.
The girl asked for the cause of grief
As the sobbing finally paused
The firefly introduced itself in brief
And the reason for the ruckus caused.
I too am radiant and bright
But not adored as much as the sun
I too illuminate the dark night
But sun is always the loved one.
While the sun disappears at night
I relay the duty to spread radiance
It sure is bigger and more bright
But I the tiny one fills it's absence.
I aspire to be like the sun
Loved and cherished by all
Saddening me as I am not the one
Just a tiny being; the sun a blazing ball.
The girl shuffled her hands around
Finally reaching to grip the stick
She stealthily walked without a sound
Assisted and guided by the stick.
She asked the firefly to hop on her palm
Caressing it to console
The firefly felt the warmth and calm
As it was held by this beautiful soul.
For me the sun is of no use
As I live a life in darkness
It's time you call a truce
Eliminating all that sadness.
As I hold you in my palm
It feels I can now caress the light
In the times cold to feel warm
Enlightening each other during plight.
Each one now adorning their shortcomings
A missing piece of their gloomy puzzle
Once a curse now turned into blessings
Brighter than the sun as they dazzle.
