The Dragonfly

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 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 hedgegroves 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 [Guitar Solo] 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 sciadias 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."