The Mayfly may die, but then what is truly living
Do they wonder why god wasn’t more forgiving?

I imagine them full of wit, the epitome of brevity
Keep it light, game to spit, the essence of Levity

They started from the bottom of a river bed floor
Greendrake been here since the ancient dinosaur

Shedding skin 20 times in just the last two years
Gazing at the great above, ignoring all the fears

Dreaming of the way somehow my wings spawn
Awakened and that day is now, my fateful dawn

Crawling about, Just can’t be breakfast for a trout
Swimming devout, holding my breath almost out

Aghast birds pout after hunting through the night
Alast my wings sprout and I'm ready to take flight

Majestic fluttering about, wondrous afternoon delight
Not one single doubt, as we fly higher toward the light

Love is literally in the air with our Prehistoric Dance
As Weather radars blare, noticing nature's Romance

Time is spent, not a care in the world, a passionate Trance
What it meant, to fly freely, giving life yet another Chance

No need to feed, we lived fast and our destiny died young
Life goal to breed, song's been sung, spring's finally sprung

The MayFly may die but it's story reminds us how to truly Live.
Wondering why, as it searches then finds the purpose is to Give.