The Dragonfly

The dragonfly so wild and free,

On the wind she came to me.

So soft and gentle in the air,

Her wings a flutter, body fair.

I longed to join her in the sky,

She landed as if to ask me why.

And looked into my longing eyes,

Then up she went into the skies.

I begged her wait for me my friend,

I want to play with you again.

She fluttered by so light and gay,

And made me laugh that summer day.

So, if you see a dragonfly,

Please be kind and here is why.

It could be she’s my favorite one,

She came to bring you a little fun.

©2018 Marsha L. Brown