I watch the fireflies in the warm summer breeze, 
twinkling and fading away like dying stars.

I hear the frogs croaking in the distance,
their voices coming together in a beautiful song. 

I feel the wind tickle my skin, 
brush my hair out of my pale face, my sad eyes. 

I smell the sweetness of the rain, 
breathe in the soft, numbing air. 

The sky's brilliant orange 
burns out.