It grows, 

It blooms, 

It quirks, 

It twitches. 

When the dark sky litters with twinkling stars. 

It falters, 

It quivers, 

It flattens, 

It's gone. 

When the sun shields by the presence of desolation. 

It dies, 

It dies, 

It dies, 

It perishes. 

When there's no light, nor fireflies to illuminate the globe. 

—Jane l.