Follow fireflies through forest dark,
Where shadows dance by lightning’s spark,
And voices whisper in the mist,
In places where the branches twist.
Travel quickly and hurry fast,
The lessons learned from those who passed,
Teach us, dear child, that roads will fade,
For not all journeys can be made.
And if your world does grow dimmer,
Take rest by pools of moonlight shimmer,
Where dreams let go and once subdued,
Are found again to be renewed.
Forget, dear one, of your despair,
For in the morning you shall be there,
To see the light of a brand new day,
Of calm, of comfort, of peace to stay.