Like fairies flicking in the night
the fireflies light up the sky
Songs of frogs delight
The whoosh of air from an owl’s wings
excite as the massive creature takes flight
The squeak of bats
but no animal in sight
Life bustling about
as dusk turns to night
The sparkling of the stars
in the moonlit night
We sit around the fire as our ancestors
once did
telling stories of adventure
and being kids
We break as a group
We tell real stories
that bring tears to our eyes
This kind of communion brings us
back to a time so long ago
The time when a gathering helped us grow