Through tangled vines and delicate flowers, gliding through the leafy bowers. Around the corner, hidden from sight, I follow the dragonfly with childish delight. Emerging briefly to alight low. Dipping beneath the evening glow. As ornamental ponds come into view, the water cooly glistens blue. Along a pathway overgrown, the way to only her is known. Soaring past where lilies sleep, eddies swirl near currents deep. Here she pauses, watching, waiting. Light moves with the water, oscillating. Heart shaped ginkgo leaves pirouette. Cascading, relaxed in etiquette. Dodging leaves in dance and play, she moves quickly from their way. Weaving through rushes, a silent game. A water spirit no one can tame. Flitting about with no respite, then racing off into the night. Leaving me tranquil and serene. To admire the water garden scene.
