Moments are fleeting
Like the flashing lights of a lightning bug
at twilight on a summers day.
When your young you catch it
put it in a jar
and carry it around with you.
As you grow up you just sit back
and watch the light dance
Enjoying the beauty of the moment
Because even if it is gone too soon,
You appreciate that it happened at all
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