So broad your wings with which you fly;
Where did you get them, dragon fly?
If they were mine, what sights I’d see,
With wings so light, I’d fly with thee.
O’er the fields of new sown daisies,
I’d float along like a summer’s breeze
And when it be, I close my wings,
Let it be among the nature’s dressings.
Take me with you, dragon fly,
Upon your wings and bid goodbye
To this life for just awhile;
Let me fly with you just one mile.
by Gloria Sarasin