Dragonfly

The lacewing that neither frights nor bites
a winged spectacle of harmless delights.

As it observes the areas where it flies
landing gently upon, truly a beautiful site

A bee, a flie, a common house ant
cannot compare to this imposing chant
of elegance and bliss that soars the air
without, in this world or the next, a single care

More than a bug, poetry in motion, a song in flight
hoping you visit me soon, trusting you just might

You're a quiet little thing enticing me with your semblance
I study you dilligently as I forget my resentments

The smallest of dragons to grace the wind
I admire, love, respect you till the end

Writing a poem for merely a bug
ah, but yes this is more than a bug

A bee, a flie, a common house ant
cannot compare to this imposing chant
of beauty and freedom that treads the skies
without a care in the world has the dragonfly.