Chasing the dragonfly, dancing with light, my eyes fixed on shimmering wings, my heart in flight.
On the edge of a lily pad lands the dragonfly, tail like a blue thread loosened from the sky.
And what is a butterfly, you ask? At best, he is but a caterpillar, finely dressed.
A dragonfly captures the soul and mind, all this in only a moment of time. ~ Chasing Dragonflies
