Fireflies
I miss the days, when I had not a care in the world. Escaping my home to run into the arms of primary school. Where learning and fun were both mandatory, but none, felt like a prison sentence. A perfect balance, propelling us to soar- like fireflies.
Oh! How I miss the days, of immersing in tropical island life. When mango trees served us lunch, and coconut nut branches gave us cricket bats. The sun was always kind to us. And football in the rain; savouring the chocolate mud. Rain or shine, grass cradled our joy. We’d raid the river of her riches. And fondle the beach aimlessly. The days expired too quickly, as we lived free- as fireflies.
The nights never demanded rest, as we’d still find games to play. And tales from the elders, would entertain and heighten suspicion; even interrupt your sleeping routine. Fatigue was impossible, while being nocturnal- as fireflies
Only mama’s belt, signalled time to come in. Life was community, the neighbourhood- our home. Today’s techno-born youth, will never relate
To a life, where everyone, seemed to glow…
Like fireflies
