I love Sri Lanka, she is my home,
A beautiful island where I roam.
Gazing up at a starlit dome,
A playground where the insects roam.
With sparkling, oh so beautiful flies,
Do not be deceived, just use your eyes!
For when the night brings a magical glow,
They transform in the dark below.
The sparkling fly, a wonderful guide,
A firefly home, with me by its side.