A young girl once spent her days living among the fireflies
On warm summer evenings she would play under the light of the moon.
A breeze would blow in new adventures.
The wheat rippled, swayed, rocked
Under this silvery light igniting her imagination.
Laying on the grass looking up at the stars,
Watching the firefly’s dance
She dreamed that she too could fly.
Written by Julia Mist D’June ~ November 2010