Fireflies, you wait for darkling night
To glow thyself with luminous magical light,
Another hand the flowers, you wait in dell for daylight
To unfold thyself with bright magnific petals.
Both are on a bidirectional path
Nearly like North-South pole,
But both try to reach a destination
Where the fireflies and flowers unknowingly give the birth of beauty.
Beauty that is infinite, that has no bound
Aviates from every single grit of subtlety
And which you can’t get only by your two eye sockets
But have to embrace pleasantly from your depth of heart.