THE DRAGONFLY TRAIL
| There is in the woods a path lit with green, The dragonfly trail as it's known; Where in the grass small creatures move unseen, Their lives etched in soil and in stone; The earth and the rock insects move between, Roaming in a world all their own. One walks the trail with a pause in his stride, Lest he tread upon the life there; Dragonflies drift lazily at his side, Their wings barely stirring the air; As if to serve one as some sort of guide, As he travels the footpath fair. Now, surprised, one spots a clearing ahead, As if from his eyes lifts a veil; A space no other foot has ever tread, In its purity almost frail; And from one's sides now the insects are sped, Away down the dragonfly trail. (1998) |
THE GOLDEN COMPASS
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