@Julsijuls 8 December 2021 more from that month

[ a poem by Julsijuls ] From above the darkened sky, the moon looks down upon the earth, but subtly so. Her yellow light gently glowing and her eyes peeking half open, half closed. And on earth in the middle of nowhere amongst the dying fields, stands a flower— shy and closed but slowly, very slowly with the fireflies dancing, hovering around it; the flower slowly blooms and the moon glowed bright, bright, bright. In the middle of a dying field life bloomed so beautifully! The flower looked up and beamed and swayed it danced, and danced and lived and bloomed underneath the midnight moon. Image from https://pin.it/tjPtmgr