'She flutters through the air on shiny gossamer wings...'
The Dragonfly Flutters On Gossamer Wings On gossamer wings, She floats and flies, Gentle curving flights, Between land and skies. I might catch a glimpse of her resting, On Nature’s long grasses, Or I might see her quickly, On one of her flight passes. I might notice her shiny wings, With spanned gentle flutters, And take moments to appreciate her, As she pops up and down and putters. I might be lucky enough to share a moment, If she lands nearby to me, Pausing for a moment to rest and slow down, Before she pops up again to flee. I might get that amazing opportunity, To see the Dragonfly in all her glory, On a sunny day at my beautiful lake, Where life is a magical story. By Lady of the Lake BC