Of Poppies and Fireflies

Inside my dark, dark forest

A little black, grey and green

I dream a dream so deep

A dream of colors and light

Somewhere in an open field

Of poppies and fireflies

Sanguine are the hopes

Like stars on a quite road

Of snowflakes on the top of a tree

I kept the window open

And here came the breeze

But also some rain, so is life