little bits of happiness bobbing about,
warm clouds of golden winks.
You yearn to catch one,
you run forward,
you reach out with both hands.
You capture the warm glow,
cup it gently in your fingers,
marvel at the wonder of it.
You try to hold onto it for as long as you can.
Inevitably the glow will fade.
You know it can’t last forever.
But there will be more fireflies,
Little bits of it are all around you.
It winks at you like fireflies.
It’s up to you to reach out and capture it
every chance you get.
It’s your move.