by Clinton Van Inman
They glitter and glow like flashing stars
The fire flies we chase in summer’s sky.
With some power we can not understand
As we try to catch them and hold in hand
We can only watch and wonder why
The ones we catch and place in jars
Will not shine and seem to refuse
Until we open the jar and turn them loose.
And just like us whether a fly or kid
No light shines under glass or lid.