fireflies in a jar
memories stored in a star
moon shining bright at night
bats taking their silent flight
nature as our bed
grass gently under our head
dreams shrouding our mind with ease
waking to sounds of the morning breeze
eating the makings of sweet cake
fish jumping lazily from the lake
swiping off the sweet crumbs
blowing grass between our thumbs
smelling flowers that briefly stay
swaying blooms that will drift away
