The Dragonfly - Clutch

Could’ve been a swan on a glassy lake

Could’ve been a gull in a clipper’s wake

Could’ve been a ladybug on a windchime

But she was born a dragonfly

In the sun she warmed her wings

And listened to the cicadas sing

«The trees are all bending

In one direction

Because of something»

Cross-pollination by the legs of bees in spring

Is a beautiful thing

Oh, when the sun goes down

Fireflies come out

In a pond crept a slimy thing

That hummed a theme from the Rites of Spring

Spring

Pity the mate of Queen Mantis

So content, but so headless

Katy did nothing but shiver and cry

As did the dragonfly

In the shade the gypsies spin

Among the cloves, they drop their skin

«Beyond the hedgegrove

Over by the willows

Deep in the shadows»

Regeneration occurs at a furious speed

Beneath the white oak tree

And when the sun comes up

Moon buds fold up

In the sun she warmed her wings

And listened to the Rites of Spring

Spring

Coulda been a swan on a glassy lake

Coulda been a gull in a clipper’s wake

Coulda been a ladybug on a wind chime

But she was born a dragonfly

In the sun she warmed her wings

And listened to sciadia’s sing

«Ain't ever seen it, but I have heard it

Sounds like the millstones when they are turning

But every moment getting louder and louder

And then there is silence and the smell of flowers.»