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Fireflies
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Do you remember springtime's rain?
Restless eyes on the windowpane
Flowers bloom 'neath greening trees
While kites sail high on the soaring breeze
Do you remember way back when
The summers never seemed to end?
Hide-and-seek among the flowers
Fireflies' glow in the twilight hours
Do you remember autumn's bite?
Chilly days and moonlit nights
Dreaming in the leaves for days
Under the sky's blue sapphire blaze
Do you remember winter's white?
Sledding, snowmen, snowball fights
Cold that hits you like a wall
The silent wonder of the first snowfall
But childhood days do swiftly fly
We've things to do before we die
Seasons passing end on end
And no spare moment to give or lend
We're rushing on from day to day
With time to manage and bills to pay
We haven't time for a springtime shower
And we don't care for a blooming flower
Kids are told to grow up fast
Pay your way, get out of the past
Their minds are turned from carefree ways
To fret and worry all their days
But sometimes on a summer's night
When warm winds blow and stars are bright
A tune comes back then, sweet and low
And I lose myself in the fireflies' glow.
Restless eyes on the windowpane
Flowers bloom 'neath greening trees
While kites sail high on the soaring breeze
Do you remember way back when
The summers never seemed to end?
Hide-and-seek among the flowers
Fireflies' glow in the twilight hours
Do you remember autumn's bite?
Chilly days and moonlit nights
Dreaming in the leaves for days
Under the sky's blue sapphire blaze
Do you remember winter's white?
Sledding, snowmen, snowball fights
Cold that hits you like a wall
The silent wonder of the first snowfall
But childhood days do swiftly fly
We've things to do before we die
Seasons passing end on end
And no spare moment to give or lend
We're rushing on from day to day
With time to manage and bills to pay
We haven't time for a springtime shower
And we don't care for a blooming flower
Kids are told to grow up fast
Pay your way, get out of the past
Their minds are turned from carefree ways
To fret and worry all their days
But sometimes on a summer's night
When warm winds blow and stars are bright
A tune comes back then, sweet and low
And I lose myself in the fireflies' glow.
I wrote this for school, which usually means I hate it and never want to see it again after I hand it in, but this one I still like. Go fig. Hope you like it too!
© 2005 - 2024 Enigma26
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Restless eyes on the windowpane
One too many syllables in that line, it could flow better.
Overall, this is very sad and pretty.
One too many syllables in that line, it could flow better.
Overall, this is very sad and pretty.