A childhood memories

sun warmth dust , a summer haze where fireflies dance in golden ways. A snick red cup, an aluminium stand, sunken scraped knee, held by a hand. The swing cleft, a mysterious tune, Beneath of a dazy afternoon. A crisp of air, where cool air disappear, In a mean of time, dark clouds appear. Now years have passed the lawn grown long, The place where i usually sing a song. A glance of memories of my past, A peaceful spot i remember last.