Wind whispers, sounds and shouts

A special point in time.  
A special quiet, unchallenged moment
We observe fireflies cutting the darkness like fighter planes in combat
then long periods of stillness
broken only by the rhythmic hum of insects
We passively watch the  streaking hints of dawn
that turn into responsive sunlight, warming us
Reminding us that goodness eventually comes again
And we slowly close our eyes
Smiling.