In the field
I’m running free
Fireflies
Are what I see
They wander
Through the hollow
They light a path
For me to follow
On a summer’s night
I have not a care
Because wherever the fireflies go
I’ll be there
Essays / Poetry / Bad Dad Jokes
In the field
I’m running free
Fireflies
Are what I see
They wander
Through the hollow
They light a path
For me to follow
On a summer’s night
I have not a care
Because wherever the fireflies go
I’ll be there