A glowing runner
A blue ball that floats through the air
Children are so innocent
A blue ball that floats through the air
Children are so innocent
They believe with their hearts
They don't question what they see or hear.
Dusk was setting in
Dinner had been prepared, served, and eaten.
The dishes were being hand washed (by me of course)
A warm Breeze was blowing in from the back door.
It all seemed so suriel when a little voice screamed
“ Mommy, Mommy, there is a man glowing, running through our yard”
“What? “ I asked with disbelief
“ come see Mommy” she said frantically and pulled me to the back door.
"you probably thought you saw something but it was most likely a bird or a firefly" I said and brushed it off.
