Night fall
Green fills air and under foot
There's a dance yonder in field with a thousand fireflies
Won't you dance with me?
Soul filled to brim with fullness
Child with summer feet and mother worn
Won't you dance with me?
Fill your soul with the likes of mine?
Free, spirited child dance this dance.
Spring grass at fingertips, storms, clean air swirls.
Prelude to summer, white clover and honeybee.
She's in the field; hair tossed and nightfall.
Come dance with me.
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