Disturbing Neighbours

Gigantic trees stared down at him,

Whilst the glistening water swept past him.

It pierces through the air as it flies over the muddy swamp,

The noise of the crickets acted like a ringing phone. 

The large insect rests in its home.

The scorching hot sun devoured the swamp,

It waved its wings with a crack and stomp.

However, disturbing neighbours flood their area,

Destroying everything in their path, 

regretting nothing.

Habitat loss and carbon released,

Nowhere to go, or to call home.

Without any good, they stave in pain.

Farming, mining, logging and building.

If humans leave swamps alone,

Then dragonflies could live on their own.

Without any disturbance,

They would be at peace.