June is a month that reminds us of fireflies

The Silent Weavers
They are not lanterns lit for human eyes,
nor stagecraft for a summer night’s romance;
they are the pulse where wildness never dies,
the quiet architects of field and plants.

In rotting logs and undisturbed decay,
the armored larvae hunt beneath the screen,
consuming snails and slugs along the way - 
the fierce, invisible balance of the green.

They are the measure of a forest’s breath,
the proof of waters pure, of soils unchained;
where chemicals and false lights deal out death,
their golden signatures are quickly drained.

A frog’s brief meal, a spider’s glowing thread,
they weave their bodies through the tangled net—
a silent currency of life and bread,
a feast of light the wilderness won’t forget.

For in their flashing, fragile, brief design,
the hunger of the ecosystem thrives;
the smallest spark sustains the grand outline,
and feeds the deeper dark that keeps us all alive."
João Soares, 02/06/2026

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