Dragon fly

The beuty off a dragon fly

I watch this little thing as it fly,

It moves up and down in the sky,

Then it fly towards a tree,

as there is something she see.



The moves she makes with her wings,

It's almost if she try to sings,

When I look close to her tiny face,

wonder if she could talk what would she say's.



You are so beutifull with colors so bright,

When you fly in sunlight.

You are so special and I know why.

Because you are a dragon fly.