On the Sanctity of Dragonflies

The drifting of the dragonflies

Across the dappled ground

Seems to beckon and invite man

To turn his gaze upon the skies.

To see above the beauty effervescent

In the ever shifting clouds.

The fleeting patterns never same

Yet with such subtle grandeur shift.

The head bowed down by daily dirges

Eyes firmly fixed on Earth’s surface,

No aspiration but to plant the next

In a series of unwavering, wearied steps.

Such a vision's scope excludes

Any glimpse of horizon or infinity,

And yet the dancing dragonfly intrudes

A sliver of the heavens’ white and blue.

A call sublime within a simple moment,

A flight entrusted to such humble wings,

To elevate a mind from earth to sky

And lift the human soul to higher things.