They dance across the grassy field.
Soothed by Orion’s steady draw.
“Silver Bells” sways in the warmth of the night.
There is no snow.
Still. Serene.
Fire Flies
They dance across the grassy field.
Soothed by Orion’s steady draw.
“Silver Bells” sways in the warmth of the night.
There is no snow.
Still. Serene.
