Fireflies

Rabindranath Tagore

My fancies are fireflies,

Specks of living light

Twinkling in the dark.

Trees are the earth's endless effort to

speak to the listening heaven

The fireflies, twinkling among leaves,

Make the stars wonder.

Though the thorn in thy flower picked me,

O Beauty,

I am grateful.

The rose is a great deal more

than a blushing apology for the thorn.

The tree is winged spirit

released from the bondage of seed,

pursuing its adventure of life

across the unknown.