(Found Object Blog Post)
His wings fluttered - not like that of a bird, yet not quite like that of a butterfly. His body levitated - soaring smoothly until it began to drop. His wings fluttered once more until his body began to soar to great heights, once again.
He flew past the quarrelling squirrels as they fought for ownership of the most glorious acorn. As he soared past them, their beady eyes glared up at him - envous for his beautiful gift of flight. As he soared past the black birds - pecking away at the tender Earth in search for the juicy, plump, worms that would surely satisfy their hunger - they glared up with wonder at his small, nimble body.
Once again, as his routine came to be, his body begain to drop slowly until he was to, once again flutter his wings. One flutter, two flutters, three...He began to drop to a height which seemed to close to the Earth from which he was born. The steep descent fought with his tiny body and shocked his small, beating heart. The rough wind blew past him - tearing his body down until, finally, his body collided with the Earth beneath him. He twitched, knowing fully-well that his frail body could take no more. As his heart slowed, his wings slowly stopped twitching. His heart - gone. His wings - gone. His life - gone. His flight - gone. His beauty -
A young girl bent slowly to stare at the fallen dragonfly. She examined its wings, its body, its being. She held it in her hands and admired the beauty of the creature. Suddenly, something came about her as she felt her heart flutter for a slight instant.
The moment, which quickly came to pass, was over and forgotten. She bent, once more, to lay the dragonfly to rest on the lush green grass. As she walked away, returning to the journey she had previously began, she left every thought of the creature and its beauty behind. All that remained was the instantaneous flutter of her heart that, on occasion, returned to her being.
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