Moths arethe children of themoonlight;
    certain phosphorescentspringtime flowers
    blooming atmidnight around streetlights.
Lights, like little starsbeing switched on, in the nocturnal world of
    the above.
Moths are like themaidens of the twilight,
Dancing about in their floweryskirts
   And creating luminescent rainbows
   Againstthe jet-black sky.
Moths play the miniature goddesses ofthe world
   As little hands reach up forworship.
Cherubic hands, with delicate, pink seashells forfingernails
   Reaching up to grasp the moths, like fallingleaves,
   As blushing faces grin in ecstasy.