The Dragonfly

     by Angella Horner, UK

Tiny voices dismissed against the roar of machines
Turbines, grinding, relentless extremes
The dragon fly soared to regain the air
Its sapphire beauty beyond compare
Yet water was where it longed to be near
Its dewy softness and pleasure to feel
It flew down to reach that stagnant pond
Where pollution and dread lay upon
As it flitted and darted over the surface
The reeds lay withered and diseased
Scattered and still the lifeless forms
Of dragon flies that now had ceased
Motionless wings held together like mesh
Where once the dew had sparkled afresh