Dragonfly Withholding

The life of Seasons, and its majestic creatures. One can only think of the perspective of a simple, elegant dragonfly.

As surely as the prompt wings beat

on the feeble summer breeze,

I rest ashore sanity

and watch the colliding whimsy waves.

As surely as the eyes reflect

in hues of green and blue,

my mind colors the bravo

and polishes my lightly touched muse.

As surely as the gravity

that holds my fluttering thought,

words travel to the ground 

as the passing leaves in autumn's rot.

As surely as the one I know,

A dragonfly withholding, 

I care bout the world not

but the audacity of knowing.