Friday, October 17, 2014

Dragonflies...A Tough Coot of Nature




Dragonfly.

Among invertebrates struggling in living.

Born from a lump of organism.

Based from mere nymphs, originating from marshes.

Evolved as crawling of time progressed.

Emerging as larvae, budding as minor predators.

Patiently waiting for its mature components to grow.

Wings to spread through the air, compound eyes to see through its environment.

Tail tips to detect air vibrations, elongated body as rigid structure against the harsh.

Hind wing for navigating; fore wing follows as it propagating.

As it grows, the dragonfly goes in search of its life objectives.

Overgrow its species, surviving through trials & tribulations of nature given.

Morning envelops the skies with vibrant blue blankets, still it goes through with living.

Enduring through brief wind as it's typhoon, blazing through air although it's raining and humid.

Sun flares through its wet wings, wind vacuums through its humid fragments of wing.

Despite these, it struggles with couraged through the air against harsh wind tenures.

The cycle continues, its life unfolds.

Until eventually its body gives in, it dies maturely with the given time by Mother Nature.



P/S: Sometimes, the nature taught us a lot about struggles in life.

Friday, October 17, 2014

Dragonflies...A Tough Coot of Nature




Dragonfly.

Among invertebrates struggling in living.

Born from a lump of organism.

Based from mere nymphs, originating from marshes.

Evolved as crawling of time progressed.

Emerging as larvae, budding as minor predators.

Patiently waiting for its mature components to grow.

Wings to spread through the air, compound eyes to see through its environment.

Tail tips to detect air vibrations, elongated body as rigid structure against the harsh.

Hind wing for navigating; fore wing follows as it propagating.

As it grows, the dragonfly goes in search of its life objectives.

Overgrow its species, surviving through trials & tribulations of nature given.

Morning envelops the skies with vibrant blue blankets, still it goes through with living.

Enduring through brief wind as it's typhoon, blazing through air although it's raining and humid.

Sun flares through its wet wings, wind vacuums through its humid fragments of wing.

Despite these, it struggles with couraged through the air against harsh wind tenures.

The cycle continues, its life unfolds.

Until eventually its body gives in, it dies maturely with the given time by Mother Nature.



P/S: Sometimes, the nature taught us a lot about struggles in life.