Dragonfly Whisperer

She stands in the meadow in silence on July fourteenth at six Lifts her violin, and begins playing a melody that promptly clicks Blue dragonflies glide in showing off their opalescent wings. The meadow is grateful, the daisies begin to sway; one sings. She is the dragonfly whisperer, and she knows what to do Every July fourteenth, she brings them forth in their merry blue She has the gift of melody, as given to her by her grandma The entire meadow is grateful, they watch her with awe.