Where the Firefly flies

Flickering

and glowing, a firefly

is carried in a gust of wind,

weak and weary, blown through ages,

seeing landslides caused by trucks carrying dirt,

tipped into lakes and puddles and streams,

and that is what causes pollution.

Firefly drifting

in a river,

a murky river,

a polluted river,

consuming rubbish and litter and more.

Far, far from here,

tectonic plates move,

a tsunami elongates a city or two, washing up the firefly,

its glow is now flickered as flickering as a light bulb,

almost dead.

Washed up to sea and blown to a volcano's edge,

as it drifts slowly into the volcano, burning,

like a phoenix's rebirth it revives, shimmering and glowing at nights.