Shiny Wings

The Giant Dragonfly’s silvery wings shimmered as he flitted through the sunrays.

Where the water ebbs and flows down the ways

The soft breeze brushed against his face.

The water shimmered with a nice glaze.

The sun is shining too bright and drying out the bog.

The dragonfly lands on a dusty crumbly log.

He is mourning the bog that he used to call home.

Drinking foggy water every day. 

Having no place to rest or lay.

Having to suffer with no help at all.

Dropping from the sky, their bodies being splattered, helpless, yet small.

 Humans coming in and torturing me.

I will never be able to be free.

I can't Imagine when they will be erased from the world

But they will be free in their DreamWorld.