Once there was a little firefly. It flickered in the night, its light shining briefly among the bushes. As the night wore on, its light began to fade, getting dimmer and dimmer. Soon, it was gone. That was the full story of that little firefly's brief moment of illumination.
There was a small flower in a meadow. In the early morning, it flickered with dew drops, glistening in the sunlight. But as the day grew hotter, the dew started to fade away. By mid - day, it was all gone. The full story of that flower's morning dew - kissed state was a simple yet beautiful one. It was a moment of beauty that passed quickly, from the initial sparkle to its gradual disappearance.