Lightning Bugs of July
None of the phenomena can compare with the flicker of fireflies in the evening. Fireworks are dwarfed in size to them, even a parade.
They are crystal lamps of joy, compared to the joy we try to seek for ourselves from our weekly earnings.
They make July a special month, like what snowflakes are for December.
Lightning bugs of July illuminate the suburban lawns
and glitter, I wish you could take their show
into your heart and look at them as important
as the plans we make.
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