Nature’s Playground

Oh, look out yonder window there,

Glowing fireflies are everywhere.

Dark night is quiet and still,

The golden moon listens, to a faint breeze that tickles leaves,

and lofty grass blades bend up a hill.

A wee girl screams with a shattering fright,

Playing amongst the fireflies gleaming bright.

A firefly snags a strand of hair,

Tiny hands franticly swishing the tepid air.

The youngster’s game abruptly ends,

Oh, look out yonder window there,

Glowing fireflies are everywhere.

Poem by ~ Nifty Buckles