Travis Torraville

Follow the Dragonfly

Watching the birds flying high over head, the muskrat slips out of his nesting bed.
The feel of the sun beaming from above, nature is the place that I love.
The smell of the forest in the air; listen quietly there is nothing to fear.
Hear the river trickling and the bugs flickering.
See the fish jumping for the sky: in search for food to survive.
The man in the canoe now feels one with nature too.
I watched the dragon fly close, the refection I got this day was stronger than most.

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