Feilds of Fireflies

Fields of fireflies dance around the trees of green, flying in the wind. Birds are singing, there is an echo of two people and their silhouettes glowing in the dark. The breeze of the freeness blew the two contour bodies close to each other. Holding hands with a tight grip, not wanting to let go. The fireflies love the winding flow of the rapid wind that was lost with time. The clock sets to chime, the new day has begun, perfectly. The coolness of the draft and the warmness of the two silhouettes wrapped in between the branches. The light clouds shine beyond the black, majestic night sky. The moon was hiding behind the lightly lit clouds that swayed with the song. When the rhythm was finished. There was enjoyment in one of the hearts to one of those figures, that missed the chorus. That night could represent many words to that heart, but only one entered her mind…Nice, it was just nice.