Firefly in the palm of my hand

…crickers humming to the night, lulled the stars and moon in the dark firmament!
But there are no crickers (jangkrik) in Hopelandia and Gracelandia, there are only fireflies glowing in the meadow, gardens, above the rooftops, in the streets, outside the windows, and sometimes they’re staying motionless in the palm of my hand, only just to showing me up their glaring light. They were gleam in the night reassuring my sleep until the first light arise in the east horizon. So beautiful!