There is a firefly, it lives in the brush; it never requests a single thing from us.
Yes, just a winged beetle it may be, but it represents so much more to me.
Glimpses of its flashing light, this winged beetle in flight displays for us.
Indeed, nature unselfishly gives, this beautiful, glowing dance that illuminates the night. All the while, it will never beseech as much from us.