Dragonfly Summer
Dawn rose within a furnace of burning sunlight
Night had passed and spring had drawn to a close
As the summer sun arose like a burning orange eye
Within a sky of blue and wispy red
Birds flew in the wake of the new day
Wings strong and silent
Memories of the winter grey
Long forgotten in their tiny feathered hearts
Carts rattled on battered wooden wheels
Along winding dirt scattered stony country tracks
Horse drawn this summer morn
The swirling breeze attracts the dancing honeybees
Who swoop with a gentle buzzing hum
Onto flowered stamens grown by our sun
Where they settle and scoop the pollen
Swollen yellow on their backs
Drops of dew hang from the petals like diamond crystal glass
Where they are cast like tumbling tears
Into the natural grass below
To watch the flowers grow in summer time
To see the sweep of the spiralling leafy vine
Creep up crumbling walls of stone carved archways
To walk across the landscape pathways
Cut within a maze of flowing flowers
Where trees tower beneath canopies of green
Where their branches lean and sway
Between the rustling whispering leaves
I have waited long for the bird song to fill the air
And for the Dragonfly season to give a natural reason
Why this world must live.
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