The garden path winds through tall hedges. Butterflies and bees dart among wildflowers. Glow hangs on the hook beside the path, dark and still, watching the busy garden.
The sun blazes overhead, bright and hot. Bees hum in the hedges all afternoon. Glow stays dark on the hook, warm and useless, waiting for night.
The sun dips below the hedges. The garden path turns to deep shadow. Glow tries to flicker, tries to shine, but nothing happens at all. It just hangs there.
Wildflowers curl their petals shut as evening falls. Hedge shadows stretch long and blue across the path. The garden grows quiet and still in the gathering dark.
A tiny moth bumps into the lantern's glass with a soft tap-tap-tap. It circles the hook, confused and fluttering in the dark, looking for a way home.
The moth flutters around the dark lantern, circling and circling. Glow feels something shift inside — a tiny spark of purpose, even without light, waiting to happen.
Glow gives one big shiver. Flicker! A golden glow fills the glass. The moth stops circling, lifts its fuzzy wings, and follows the warm light down the path.
The moth follows the warm light down the path. Glow guides it past the hedges and past the sleeping flowers, all the way home through the quiet garden.
The moth flutters into its cozy nook among the roots. Glow stays glowing, steady and bright. The garden path shimmers with golden light all around, warm and welcoming.
Glow hangs on the hook, no longer useless. No longer waiting for something to happen. Just glowing, steady and bright in the quiet garden, happy at last.