If we could borrow those translucent ancient dragonfly wings of Time,
In the palm of my hand I'd hold on to its rhythm and also it's rhyme,
Poems would Spring forth as a warm breeze when it's ringing a chime!
Instead of going through these motions as if I'm only some kind of mime.

In a golden poppy filled hillside I'd write poetry daily, it'll be so sublime!
Never watch neither big or small hand's moving I feel that's just a crime,
Creativity opens up as Spring flowers even with talent sized as a stime,
This World would bottle & sell our poetic lucky secret potion's enzyme!

As quick as dragon fly's wings fluttering swindlers take your last dime!
No golden watch whenever you retire they'll leave you laying in slime,
Purpose, Grit, and Will to succeed helps wash away dirt & Earthly grime.
Add in earned self-worth your strong hands will grab onto Life's tough climb!

The hazy background in your mind's eye is thick as the fog in Anaheim!
Solve this photo's riddle takes using just a bit of mental pantomime,
Time mixed with experience one day becomes Wisdom in your prime.
Don't fret to much on it we're only writing pictorial poetry for Springtime!