Little fireflies in the night,

Bringing on a guiding light,

I wish to follow your path,

Please save me from the dark’s wrath.

My nights grow long,

My head wracks with birdsong,

You give me a focus,

I miss the smell and sight of the crocus.

I should’ve listened to the folks that knew,

I miss that beautiful purple hue.

But I continue on in your presence,

I now grow them in the pleasance.

It takes me time to adjust,

but take my time I must,

I will grow complacent with this city,

My family though I pity.