The Magic Of The Fireflies
The Magic Of The Fireflies
I squinted through my sleepy eyes,
To see the beautiful moon at its rise;
As its silver light flooded the farms,
Trees covered themselves in Christmas charms;
Nature's magic held me entranced,
The breath-taking scene at my glance;
The trees were no lies,
The lights were no disguise,
It was the magic of the beautiful fireflies.