As boots crunch a trail through the leaves of the beech,
And the ferns grow to sun that is just out of reach,
The fireflies dance like a lantern alight,
While their laughter disperses the silence of night.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
As boots crunch a trail through the leaves of the beech,
And the ferns grow to sun that is just out of reach,
The fireflies dance like a lantern alight,
While their laughter disperses the silence of night.