A Field Fallen Stars

Early summer nights posses a certain magical quality,

Its dark now,

The sun has set, 

The air is warm,

But sleep has not come.

As I look over the fields,

Something strange happens,

The short plants grow strange fruit,

Berries that glow,

It seems like a mystical new world,

When this unnatural crop takes flight,

A field of fallen stars,

Piercing darkness with bursts of light.

Like green lighting they flash,

A light show to accompany,

The crickets violin bows,

A calming summer symphony.

The days of youth are come again,

When dreams and fantasy take flight,

Amongst a field of Fallen stars,

Enrapturing the world with their tiny light.

Author's Note

Yeah... please no OWL CITY comments I tried to avoid that as much as possible

Reviews

[darkgurl]

such a lovely write this is. I felt a light airy feeling when i read this. Delighful read.

[Angel Veselinov]

Great imaginary piece vivid imagination putet into words with sence and emotion . Thanks for sharing :)

[Nate E. Flake (Cösmic ..]

I tend to really like how other writers can get in touch with the outside environment...and admire it! I like it better that way! This one is very well written!

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I found a very lovely write in this as well as somewhat deep. Very well written and your words a very well expressed.