I walked into a field
Full of dragonflies
The trees seemed to stand with purpose
As well as drooping in the heat

It was time, when the pleasant skies were grey
As the sounds of the wind mingled
With the noiseless wings of a thousand airplanes
Flying without care or a destination

When I looked into my memories
I was reminded of how small the sphere of life was
Then, I reminisced those leaves in the haze
Of a thousand dragonflies fluttering in the breeze

Life seemed worth living again
With my dog right by my knees
The rain now pours outside
It is a pity I cannot be with those angels.