I am a firefly
I do not have a fire,
And i'm not even a fly
More likely a bug with plain desires.
I always come with my tiny light
To decorate the warm summer nights
They might say that i'm lucky---
'Cause my light made me pretty.
But, you know what?
I am made up of envy.
I am jealous of the butterfly,
For its lovely wings
Jealous of the crickets---
For having their voices to sing.
I wish i was a dog, a cat or a bird
So as the humans,
They'll surely live a hundred times more than my lifespan.
I am jealous of the sun
For it always shines the brightest
Or even the moon that people risk lives for reaching.
I wish i was one of those random stars
By that, i'll be someone you'd look up.
But above all of these is still a gratefulness.
Thank you my dear Creator
For placing my light right at my back,
By that, no one would notice my gloomy face
Nobody will find out how unlucky i really am,
That behind this sparkle,
Lies a dull, evious creation.
I am just a firefly
More likely a bug with defective appearance.