The fields are a wonder in summertime:
Midnight black like the sky,
With twinkling lights like stars.
What are those lights?
Hundreds of fireflies flittering about,
Tiny and so nimble.
Their lights shine on and off,
Making the field like shiny sequins,
Like moonshine dancing off the sea.
I run out into the field,
The half-grown wheat scratching my legs,
The ground soft and damp,
The air humid and fresh.
The fireflies dart away from me,
Intimidated by my presence,
But I don’t mind.
I watch them from a distance.
They float above the wheat,
Like bright candles in the field.
Glancing up at the heavens,
I see the stars,
Bright candles in the sky
This is the moment
When Heaven and Earth meet:
The stars in the sky are the stars on the ground.
How strange it seems
That something as small as fireflies
Can bring these two vast kingdoms
Together as one.