By the fireside

By the fireside

By the fireside you can see the glowing faces of people laughing

the embers throw sparks into the air

you hear the gentle hum of people talking quietly

you let go of every care

you eagerly move your position closer to soak the warmth

you see the dancing flames lick around the logs

your eyes follow the sparks up into the starry night

the embers glow softly

feeling an indescribable glow inside side your heart

and wish with all your might

that the world could always be a place...

...by the fireside where everything is perfect.....

Afterword: this is my sad attempt at poetry. Well, i dont quite call it poetry, its more and inspirational thing that makes you feel warm.... oh well, i hope to improve! This term i am studying poetry after all...