Campfire by Nissa (age 10)

I slowly chew my gooey soft sticky marshmallow. I push another onto the long thin stick that I grasp in my hand. The warm glowing fire crackles and burns as sparks fly into the smoky but clean crisp air. I look into the darkening fields and see the dark shapes of trees standing motionless.
Little sparkling lights appear and then disappear. Firefly's. The gently and gracefully dance through the air. I look back down at the fire and giggle as the fire has started to creep over my marshmallow.