Once Upon a Lightning Strike
Once upon a lightning strike
Children frightened from the storm
Found an ancient jar intact but empty
On the forest floor before a cave
A rare, rose colored slice of history
Hidden by thick leaves about the entrance
With translucent see-through features
A perfect pure light receptacle reflector
Holes punched in the thin tin lid on top
Driven there by nail and hammer
Somewhere in the distant history
Some time before they showed up
Lucky to find the cave before the storm
Children get lost while out exploring
A master plan came up inside their minds
To fill the jar with lightning bugs
To give them purpose while being caught
Breathing is important
Insects like the simple things in life
Creature comforts and survival
They like air and glowing in the dark
Once captured they find a home inside a jar
We wish that they were smarter but they are not
Lid screwed tight for their protection
With holes for breathing pleasure
What could make them happier
Being employed by little children
In dark caves is what it is all about
Kids know exactly what they really want
And what is best for insects in a cave is trust
An old jar made as a lamp with bugs
Not exactly lightning in a bottle
But thanks to glowing insects and the kids
A close facsimile
Compliments of nature inside out
Kids inside a cave, bugs inside a jar
Once upon a lightning strike outside
Who could ask for anything more
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