Independence Day

At the forest’s edge
 the sky is half stars,
 half a fĂȘte of fireflies.
I tread step-by-step into the darkness
 and there is silent celebration.
A glow streaks beside me
 as high in the branches pulse living lights.
At the darkest spot, I stop and gaze;
 the path opens to the sky;
 layers of trees quietly host spectacle.