The Dragonfly

Oh where does the dragonfly go, between the reeds, And murky shore. Gently dipping his wings edges, in the waters cooling Ripples, dancing across the tingling ponds waves, To moisten it's beautiful translucent appendages, So sheer and delicate of design. Danger's bullfrog, on the Lilly pads so sits still, Waiting ever so patiently, for the dragonfly to slip. Yet awareness’s great aerial acrobat, knows better Not to mess around with this amphibian's slick Devilish tongue. So flights fancy leads him beyond, the flabby Froggies reach. Testing limitations boundaries, this lighter Than air insect, soars at mercy's whim, Gliding the currents wind, and tasting freedom's Glory of wonderment. Inspiration's tiniest of miracles, melts the poetic Heart within, humbling one to pause, at nature's Beauty beyond words expression. Gleaming beneath the summers sun, the light Shines and shimmers, as if made of glass, A reflective surface of diamonds, cast asunder With hews deepest blues, as it's aquatic canvas Background below. In this spiritual garden of the wetlands, cannot Thee taste the essence of true purity, amongst Clarity’s crystal clear air. Oh do I not envy such a creature, as this the Dragonfly, to drift a aloft from reed, to the Abandoned Lillie pad, and see such magnificent Natural beauty within nature itself. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN