| Flight Of the Dragonfly |
| Folded into the morning dew is the fresh scent of spring. It hangs lazily in the air, as does the dragonfly; seeming weightless and beautiful. Touchable only for a moment which seems to drag it's feet as it leaves. Millions of tiny jewels rest on every blade of grass, and sleep on every flower's petal. Light refletcs beauty out of these droplets in a thousand different directions with a thousand wonders held in each. For this moment, everything is immortal. The atmosphere soon warms and the dewdrops dissapear into the air to become a part of warm blue skies and magnificent sunsets. And through all this change, it's beauty is eternal. -end (April 28th 2000) |