Darkness filled all matter
As the little lightning bug flew
His wings sputtered and spun
As he soared overhead
His light was on, illuminating the world
All he could see, all he needed to see.
Then his light was off, pitch black
Creating fear in the back of his throat
Yet he flew on until he reached anew
This when he rests.
As the sun awoke he buried his deep
For he has along journey ahead that evening once more.