Sonnet 63: Dragonfly
The beauty of the lake on a summer’s day:
Gentle ripples of cool water soothing,
Wildlife basking in the suns golden ray
And calmness keeping life gently moving.
With cool leaves softly blowing in the breeze
And a dozen blackbirds pecking the grass
Water lilies float in the shade of trees
Frogs and toads swimming along their paths pass
But it’s the dragonfly catching insects
That’s life’s delicate beauty beholding
Resting on the stem of a reed inspects
The still air around him, life unfolding.
Emerald dragonfly’s their beauty and grace
Puts a sweet smile on anybody’s face.
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