I stand outside and watch the sky,
Hoping, wishing that I'll see,
The most elusive firefly.

It may or may not flutter by,
Waiting here beneath this tree,
I stand outside and watch the sky.

I don't know how--I don't know why,
God lights up this little bee,
Her most elusive firefly.

Perhaps to make us laugh or cry
At nature's joy--A show for free!
I stand outside and watch the sky.

I start to sing and heave a sigh,
There's one, there's two--my god, there's three!
The most elusive firefly!

Like stars! But look how low they fly!
It's like they're shining just for me.
I'll always stand and watch the skies.
For most elusive fireflies.
 

G. Bennett Ulrich     2003

Reprinted with permission
   Death House Press 2003