Firefly Night
The sweet breeze making the tree limbs sway
brings the scent of pine tonight.
Drunken, two bunnies gracefully play
in the gentle glow of the firefly night.
The painted sky begins to fade
and the stars are becoming bright.
The sky is now dark blue suede,
in the gentle glow of the firefly night.
The crickets begin their lullaby.
The lovely songbirds cease their flight.
The moon grows ever big in the sky,
in the gentle glow of the firefly night.
Sitting on my big swinging tire,
I wonder at the spectacular sight,
of the little round balls of fire
that brightens this beautiful firefly night.
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