Firefly

Forgotten, frightened, firefly
Flying gracefully through the 
Fresh blue sky
As the trees are black, sky is blue
The sage green grass is growing back too!

Peering back from the world of black
Earth’s purpose is growing black
Earth's purpose is going back.
As a kangaroo is a-hopping in the car while I am eating
Earth’s green purpose is back.

The bright small firefly is free to    
Were trees can now grow 
In a freshening, rich environment.
With a brand-new home before little creatures.
Big or small, all are welcome
In a beloved home.