resting dragonfly

And when the roses are half-bud soft flowers

And lovely as the king of flies has come

It was a fleeting visit, all too brief

In three short minutes, he had been and gone

 

He rested there upon an apple leaf

A gorgeous opal crown sat on his head

Although the garden is a lovely place

Was it worthy of so fine a guest

 

Oh...

Oh...

Oh...

Oh...

 

Dragonfly, dragonfly ...

 

Done