Sonnet 63: Dragonfly

The beauty of the lake on a summer’s day: Gentle ripples of cool water soothing, Wildlife basking in the suns golden ray And calmness keeping life gently moving. With cool leaves softly blowing in the breeze And a dozen blackbirds pecking the grass Water lilies float in the shade of trees Frogs and toads swimming along their paths pass But it’s the dragonfly catching insects That’s life’s delicate beauty beholding Resting on the stem of a reed inspects The still air around him, life unfolding. Emerald dragonfly’s their beauty and grace Puts a sweet smile on anybody’s face.