Night is near, fireflies offer light.
Their fire is warm, unforgiving embers.
A trail they leave, he might

go and see them take flight.
Time to leave the empty campers.
Night is near, fireflies offer light.

The smell of old food fades as he loses sight.
Where is everyone? It’s such a blur.
A trail they left, he might.

Imagination rampant, sparks become nightlights.
In his sleep, he hears the forest defender.
Go! And don’t you dare ignite.

Awakened, but something’s not right.
The nightlights are hot, no longer tender.
A fire they left, he might

leave the fire engine’s height.
Dawn is coming, a newcomer.
Night has cleared, fires block light.
A trail they left, he might