|© Widow Dragonfly|
A beautiful morning, glorious day,
Spy a shining, glint in the hay,
Walk towards it, glittering jewel,
I take it up, examine it through,
Facets like diamonds, scaled aflame,
A small dragonfly, insect by name,
Aloft it is held, my hand under it,
Its wings catch the air, and upon the air flits,
Nothing to care, it flutters away,
Excerpt from the poem "Dragonfly" by Draegath.
© Photograph and original music by "Lyle"