Something likes to watch

These moments that arise,
With little question,
Come all to long between,
The slowly falling flecks of dust,
Reflect in the morning sunlight,
With a child's laughter,
Filling the air in the back ground,
One, two, five, seven, nine,
These days go by all to fast,
To busy to sit down in the warm green grass,
There is something about life,
That likes to sit back and watch,
The glowing fire flies,
And beyond, a slowly setting dusk.