Firefly’s Dream

At night, fireflies glow, and

secret dreams. Nearly

tearful breeze,

Moonlight Watch, Crystal Clear.

The silver tip of the planted grass,

Hope for tomorrow begins to continue.

The lonely bird began singing, and the future days of

and the calm spring.

Shadows move when they pass through the wind.

Love does not speak with the eyes where the heart is found, not the sound of

.

In a light, dark, delicate game,

Living becomes a story every day.

Tiny's hope grows in silence, and

love begins, and the soul will know.

But in this tranquility, the star writes peace songs on a velvet night. 

A broken heart can be healed over time, and

carries the soft, unworded rhymes of nature.

The river flows without regrets, past all the sadness we have forgotten.

Hours repairs what was once torn, and new ones where losses were created. 

Gently leave the fireflies,

passing through the forest path where dreams adhere to.

Hold your light in your hand,

Sparks of truth, small and wonderful.